I had a BAD case of the trots last night. Stuff was moving through me faster than hookers at Charlie Sheen’s house. We wrap up Jeff’s plan on Monday with, well, explosive results.
Another little ol’ band out of Texas, Brownsville Station was a one-hit wonder with this high school theme song for the greasers in our school. Nothin’ like getting caught in the shitter with the guy in the next stall to you lighting up a cigarette. Makes for a fun time trying to finish you business with the Dean pounding on your stall door (as he assumes *I* was smoking instead of doing what you’re supposed to be doing on the can). Didn’t help my Dad worked at my high school either. “Do you know what your son did?” was a common phrase around my school for four years. My dad was so proud…
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hahah…hope your trots are down to a saunter.
The hookers have gone for the day. I’m hoping they don’t return tonight.
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“Great! I’m gonna try to catch a really fast ostritch. Bring your trumpet, you can play the silly music every time I fail.”
The old fart gets most references, but you’re gonna have to explain that one!
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My often-vague sense of humor strikes again! The ACME logo brought out memories of Road Runner, which is what I meant by a “really fast ostritch”. 😛
ACME brand Rube Goldberg components … recommended by Super Genius’ everywhere. 😉
I sooooo want in, too! I remember a couple of summers back in the really early 1980s when a friend of mine made regular orders for out-of-state fireworks. I chipped in for a gross of M-80s and a half a gross of 1/4-sticks each time. Bada-boom, hellz yeah! 😀
But … a case of military-grade smoke bombs … I’m seriously on the hook here for 1) what Jeff’s planning and 2) what’s actually gonna happen. I’m beginning to think all that shredded clothing we saw in the police lineup has to do with the Fury of Squirrels, Unleashed. And, Robyn’s smile … Girl, you gotta squirrel up your shorts? Or, are you just happy to see me?
No, not squirrel shreds… they will be in a bar fight. Perhaps tied into this event… but I’m not saying just yet.
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Ah… a gross of M-80s… a redneck’s dream come true. We’d cross the line into Missouri each July 4th to get fireworks and set ’em off at my Grandma’s pond on the farm. Tossing M-80s into the water was excitement for us bored farm kids.
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Oh hell. I guess the statute of limitations has run out on it so…I grew up with the county sheriff living just down the street from me. With no pond to toss the m-80s into we used his pool. Well, at least until the water ran out of it.
Used to use a Wrist Rocket (slingshot) to launch M-80s & 1/4-sticks. You can get both impressive loft and distance. Best to load up carefully, cock for launch, and have a cohort light the fuse to give maximum safety buffer. And, I use the term “safety” in a very loose manner here. 😉
With a bit of practice, you can time the detonation fairly well along your launch arc. Either go for high air burst just for the flash and bang … or you can drop one of those suckers a good 50 meters over there for it to go off much closer to ground level. Of all places, I used to this as a kid in Chicago (in Arlington Heights). There were a couple of large, empty fields and an abandoned nursery where we used to conduct war games. Dropping an M-80 10 feet behind your unsuspecting target was some fine entertainment, back in the day. 😈
Good times, good times. And, we somehow managed to come away from it with all our fingers, eyes and (most of) our hearing.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIce Cream, it feel so good. Watch out for those hot pepper man, they kind sneak up on you man.
Poor squirrels!!!!! :O
Oh, it’s a bit too early in the game to be worrying about the squirrels. Not that I’m “worried” about the boys just yet, either. I’m sure they’ll survive whatever the squirrels do to them with their dignity in shreds. 😉 😀
If they don’t survive, 1977 is over! 🙂
Hmmm. I’m curious as to what they plan to do with all that dynamite xD
Bada-BIG BOOM! ~waits excitedly~
Bud and Jeff can’t get along with god’s little creature explosives on the squirrels just share the pot with the little guys. It’s not like they are DEA agents fighting the war on drugs started by tricky Dick Nixon get it crafty and he was a dick. I share my vegetables in my garden with the bunnies, chipmunks, squirrels, voles and even snails they love strawberries. My dad used to fence off the garden buy despite knowing chemistry he knew enough not to use explosives. They could use air guns but that’s so cruel poor little ones police might catch them.