Man, the Better Half⢠and I quote this weekly as we walk around in the Iberian peninsula, with oranges just falling off the trees and molding on the ground.
I have fallen so hard in love with Steinbeck over the past few years. Travels with Charlie, Cannery Row. Damn, that guy could capture a culture.
oddly, my genetic sequencing has been updated as more/better data is available
some iberian peeps/dna? although small amount, i has it
like to go someday and pick an orange and touch the soil
fun fact or not
Archaeologists Discovered That Ancient Iberians Used To Ingest A Toxic, Bright Red Mercury Powder 5,000 Years Ago, Presumably For Its Magical Properties
Man, the Better Half⢠and I quote this weekly as we walk around in the Iberian peninsula, with oranges just falling off the trees and molding on the ground.
I have fallen so hard in love with Steinbeck over the past few years. Travels with Charlie, Cannery Row. Damn, that guy could capture a culture.
I was over at Todd's house once and I climbed up into his dad's old pickup
and got to snoopin' around. I found a handful of .22 rounds in the
glove compartment and dropped a few in my pocket. Later that day
I'm playing around on the front porch, bored, and I found the ammo.
I didn't have a gun, duh, but I figured if I just set it down on it's side
and aimed it at the old banana trees then whomped it with dad's hammer,
well that would be just as good as shooting it. So I did. It fired alright but it
flattened out in a 360 pattern. Tiny bit of brass sprayed all around and into
me. Mom comes running out and right away I knew I was in trouble.
My legs were bleeding but not too bad. dribbling. I stood up and kinda
crossed my legs to try and hide where I got hit. So I started crying because
I guess I thought that's what was expected and told her what I did. She took
me up in a great big hug. "Oh, Robby..." and started crying too. "What
were you thinking?" Exactly. She fixed me up and as per usual I never went
to a doctor. I can't remember what Dad said when he came home from work.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it. For now. PLUS I have little bits of metal
still stuck in the legs; cool! Shrapnel!
Next...The time I ran out in front of a car on Pomona boulevard and flew about 20 feet ... stay tuned, ya stink bomb!
Ha, i did something like that when i was about 10.
There was a cop that lived down the street. One day after the garbage men had picked up the trash, I found a stray bullet lying near a toppled can.
No idea why a cop would throw away a bullet?
Anyway took it home, and later that night i had an idea.
I put it in my dad's vice in the basement, put a screwdriver on the end of it, and smacked the screwdriver as hard as i could with a hammer.
Sure enough it went off with a loud bang!
Scared the crap out of me...hell, i dont even know if i was smart enough to make sure i wasnt in the bullets potential trajectory.
Mom immediately yelled down "what was that?"
Made up some lie and she believed me...told me dinner was ready in five.
Mmmm, roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy.
Loved the Mousetrap. I never owned one, but my friend had one. We never played the game. We just loved the process of assembling it. Never even saw the Bing, Bang, Boing before. I would have enjoyed that one for sure. Probably because I was a senior in high school then. More interested in motorcycles.
Gosh you're old. I don't remember it either. I was a junior. Had an orange Kawasaki 250 trail bike. Man I loved that thing...
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Jan 11, 2022 - 7:55pm
Loved the Mousetrap.
I never owned one, but my friend had one. We never played the game.
We just loved the process of assembling it.
Never even saw the Bing, Bang, Boing before. I would have enjoyed that one for sure.
Probably because I was a senior in high school then. More interested in motorcycles.
Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
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Jan 11, 2022 - 7:51pm
Manbird wrote:
I was over at Todd's house once and I climbed up into his dad's old pickup
and got to snoopin' around. I found a handful of .22 rounds in the
glove compartment and dropped a few in my pocket. Later that day
I'm playing around on the front porch, bored, and I found the ammo.
I didn't have a gun, duh, but I figured if I just set it down on it's side
and aimed it at the old banana trees then whomped it with dad's hammer,
well that would be just as good as shooting it. So I did. It fired alright but it
flattened out in a 360 pattern. Tiny bit of brass sprayed all around and into
me. Mom comes running out and right away I knew I was in trouble.
My legs were bleeding but not too bad. dribbling. I stood up and kinda
crossed my legs to try and hide where I got hit. So I started crying because
I guess I thought that's what was expected and told her what I did. She took
me up in a great big hug. "Oh, Robby..." and started crying too. "What
were you thinking?" Exactly. She fixed me up and as per usual I never went
to a doctor. I can't remember what Dad said when he came home from work.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it. For now. PLUS I have little bits of metal
still stuck in the legs; cool! Shrapnel!
Next...The time I ran out in front of a car on Pomona boulevard and flew about 20 feet ... stay tuned, ya stink bomb!
I couldn't sit still for games at all, even cool ones like those. I mostly liked turning my model cars into Big Daddy Ed Roth versions; melting holes in hoods and making ridiculous giant motors breaking out. big giant slicks melted flat on the bottom. Melt holes in the top and make a rat fink out of an army man or one of my sisters dolls lol. Have him blowing through the top with a shifter...Sheesh what a nut. Ok I didn't really do that last one with any of her dolls but it's a good idea looking back. I did make skateboards out of her roller skates and a 2x4...
I was over at Todd's house once and I climbed up into his dad's old pickup and got to snoopin' around. I found a handful of .22 rounds in the glove compartment and dropped a few in my pocket. Later that day I'm playing around on the front porch, bored, and I found the ammo. I didn't have a gun, duh, but I figured if I just set it down on it's side and aimed it at the old banana trees then whomped it with dad's hammer, well that would be just as good as shooting it. So I did. It fired alright but it flattened out in a 360 pattern. Tiny bit of brass sprayed all around and into me. Mom comes running out and right away I knew I was in trouble. My legs were bleeding but not too bad. dribbling. I stood up and kinda crossed my legs to try and hide where I got hit. So I started crying because I guess I thought that's what was expected and told her what I did. She took me up in a great big hug. "Oh, Robby..." and started crying too. "What were you thinking?" Exactly. She fixed me up and as per usual I never went to a doctor. I can't remember what Dad said when he came home from work. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. For now. PLUS I have little bits of metal still stuck in the legs; cool! Shrapnel!
Next...The time I ran out in front of a car on Pomona boulevard and flew about 20 feet ... stay tuned, ya stink bomb!
That sounds like fun! Me and Larry down in the woods in what we thought was an abandoned treehouse when two of the local bullies walked up and told us it was theirs and let Larry climb down but told me I could have it but I had to jump out. It was 20 feet up man! I begged like a wuss but he told me to stop or he would beat my ass when I hit the ground. Well, I did the math and jumped. Man that hurt. Larry just stood there and laughed, that butthole. I never shot anybody with a real gun, including myself, though that happened several times in my neighborhood. Closest I got was shooting a crybaby across the street with a slingshot. I told him to hold the trashcan lid up but did he listen? No. I also shot my brother with my cousins BB gun. He probably dared me. I shot him right in the ass. Got whupped for that one. He got me in trouble all the time, man!
I was over at Todd's house once and I climbed up into his dad's old pickup and got to snoopin' around. I found a handful of .22 rounds in the glove compartment and dropped a few in my pocket. Later that day I'm playing around on the front porch, bored, and I found the ammo. I didn't have a gun, duh, but I figured if I just set it down on it's side and aimed it at the old banana trees then whomped it with dad's hammer, well that would be just as good as shooting it. So I did. It fired alright but it flattened out in a 360 pattern. Tiny bit of brass sprayed all around and into me. Mom comes running out and right away I knew I was in trouble. My legs were bleeding but not too bad. dribbling. I stood up and kinda crossed my legs to try and hide where I got hit. So I started crying because I guess I thought that's what was expected and told her what I did. She took me up in a great big hug. "Oh, Robby..." and started crying too. "What were you thinking?" Exactly. She fixed me up and as per usual I never went to a doctor. I can't remember what Dad said when he came home from work. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. For now. PLUS I have little bits of metal still stuck in the legs; cool! Shrapnel!
Next...The time I ran out in front of a car on Pomona boulevard and flew about 20 feet ... stay tuned, ya stink bomb!
I couldn't sit still for games at all, even cool ones like those. I mostly liked turning my model cars into Big Daddy Ed Roth versions; melting holes in hoods and making ridiculous giant motors breaking out. big giant slicks melted flat on the bottom. Melt holes in the top and make a rat fink out of an army man or one of my sisters dolls lol. Have him blowing through the top with a shifter...Sheesh what a nut. Ok I didn't really do that last one with any of her dolls but it's a good idea looking back. I did make skateboards out of her roller skates and a 2x4...
I was over at Todd's house once and I climbed up into his dad's old pickup
and got to snoopin' around. I found a handful of .22 rounds in the
glove compartment and dropped a few in my pocket. Later that day
I'm playing around on the front porch, bored, and I found the ammo.
I didn't have a gun, duh, but I figured if I just set it down on it's side
and aimed it at the old banana trees then whomped it with dad's hammer,
well that would be just as good as shooting it. So I did. It fired alright but it
flattened out in a 360 pattern. Tiny bit of brass sprayed all around and into
me. Mom comes running out and right away I knew I was in trouble.
My legs were bleeding but not too bad. dribbling. I stood up and kinda
crossed my legs to try and hide where I got hit. So I started crying because
I guess I thought that's what was expected and told her what I did. She took
me up in a great big hug. "Oh, Robby..." and started crying too. "What
were you thinking?" Exactly. She fixed me up and as per usual I never went
to a doctor. I can't remember what Dad said when he came home from work.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it. For now. PLUS I have little bits of metal
still stuck in the legs; cool! Shrapnel!
Next...The time I ran out in front of a car on Pomona boulevard and flew about 20 feet ... stay tuned, ya stink bomb!
oldviolin wrote:I never had Mousetrap but I always wanted it. I was a bit intimidated by its complexity but still, you know?
I couldn't sit still for games at all, even cool ones like those. I mostly liked turning my model cars into Big Daddy Ed Roth versions; melting holes in hoods and making ridiculous giant motors breaking out. big giant slicks melted flat on the bottom. Melt holes in the top and make a rat fink out of an army man or one of my sisters dolls lol. Have him blowing through the top with a shifter...Sheesh what a nut. Ok I didn't really do that last one with any of her dolls but it's a good idea looking back. I did make skateboards out of her roller skates and a 2x4...
