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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: Dune on August 05, 2003, 05:13:09 PM
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According to today's regulators and bureaucrats,
those of us who were kids in the 40's, 50's, 60's,
or even maybe the early 70's probably shouldn't have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors
or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
(Not to mention the risk s we took hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day
was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a
bottle. Horrors!
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop
with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because
we were always outside playing.
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one
bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of
scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out
we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times,
we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day,
as long as we were back when the street lights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day.
No cell phones. Unthinkable!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes,
no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable,
video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones,
personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
We had friends! We went outside and found them.
We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and
teeth, and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black
and blue and learned to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate
worms, and although we were told it would happen,
we did not put out very many eyes,
nor did the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's home and knocked
on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they
failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors!
Tests were not adjusted for any reason.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law
was s unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best
risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion
of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility,
and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them!
Congratulations.
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck
to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government
regulated our lives, for our own good...
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with
scissors, doesn't it?
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<scissors, doesn't it?>.
you'll put your eye out.
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We had BB guns and mini bikes and m-80's too. And Estes model rockets, and lawndarts. We were frikkin barbarians. Born to be wiiiiiiiiiildd.
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Originally posted by ra
We had BB guns and mini bikes and m-80's too. And Estes model rockets, and lawndarts. We were frikkin barbarians. Born to be wiiiiiiiiiildd.
I'll never forget the first time I learned not to throw a lawn dart straight up in the air!
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Originally posted by Udie
I'll never forget the first time I learned not to throw a lawn dart straight up in the air!
My brother will never forget the first time I learned not to throw a lawn dart straight up.
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We would take a long pipe, attach a cut-up innertube to one end, and feed the rubber with an arrow through the pipe, stand it up on end, and let it go! That arrow would go out of sight and be gone for what seemed a long time, then suddenly would be stuck in the ground somewhere in the area.....I can't tell you how many times we did this. Lucky little bastages we were! :p
Also, I remember the day when we were playing bike tag, and one of the boys runs his bike into the door of a passing car. He caught hell for running into the car, but in reality we were talking about how lucky he was to hit the side of the car, because a second earlier, the car would have hit him.
B.B. gun fights were great fun. We would wear our Dad's Army helmets, goggles(my Dad was infantry?), and those long army trenchcoats for cold weather. We thought all Dads were in WWII, and of course they were our heros! :)
Sports were played all day. Baseball, basketball, football, and hockey in the winter. It never stopped.....until we discovered GIRLS! ;)
Thorns
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Man we ran my moms hospital bills up when we were little. I have 2 brothers, one older one younger. My older brother cut about an 1/2 inch of his pinkie off, and I remember one time, me and my younger brother where playing croquet, and he would be a little **** and keep hitting it out onto the road. So, after about the 7th time of having to go get it, I got mad and beemed it back into the yard, the ball bounced off the ground and busted his forehead open. That's just a couple of many things that we did to each other :) .
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The reason people over 35 should be dead is because they are killing the rest of us in their cars.
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BB you're the father aren't you ?
I guess it wouldn't bother you much if your kid died by choking on a bottle cap or by drinking medicine while you weren't watching. But I forgot, in perfect world everyone is watching all the time.
Frankly I'm greatful, cause while i try to watch my kid all the time, i can't possibly do it, and I'd rather see her live.
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Please pass this on to others who have had the luck
to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government
regulated our lives, for our own good...
I would say liberals and busy-bodies ruined that culture.
Great post.
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You're bringing back a lot of memories here - nice ones too.
Thanks :D
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Bonden has an avatar to compete with Nash but it's just alittle too small, don't ya think!
I know, we should have a contest!
When Skuzzy is on vacation!
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I like Octs. :)
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Originally posted by Chairboy
The reason people over 35 should be dead is because they are killing the rest of us in their cars.
That doesn't make a lick of sense. Sounds more like a reason all pedestrians should be dead. ;)
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Was at a dinner party couple years ago for 12 people, we worked out that if we had lived 50 years ago - then the 30's and 40's only 2 of us would have been alive - not counting the war - no antibiotics was the biggie, followed by childbirth - burst appendics would have got me....
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B.B - Guns hehe,
Once my cousin told me to wear his leather jacket, he loaded up his B.B Gun with an "arrow-bullet", he wanted to see if it would penetrate the jacket or not...
I was like o.k , i put on the leather jacket and took an pillow to cover my head if he missed my back...
He shoots and then i have an BB gun arrow stuck in my back lol!
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watching B.W movies, and wide world of sports on the week end. ( and during any other time if the president was on.... He was on every channel !!! )
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Originally posted by Maniac
Once my cousin told me to wear his leather jacket, he loaded up his B.B Gun with an "arrow-bullet", he wanted to see if it would penetrate the jacket or not...
Reminds me of the recent case where two persons wanted to prove how knife doesnt penetrate a kevlar vest - with rather unfortunate consequences.
With this kind of cases, I just wonder why it has to be wore by someone?
Why not set it up on something...
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we had .22 rifles and pistols in the closet and hunted gophers and jackrabits in the fields by our houses with our friends... you got a "learners permit" at 15 that allowed you to ride a motorcycle.. most cars you rode in didn't have seatbelts and there were no dual master cylinders for brakes.
55 chevys with 300 plus HP and straight axles with no front brakes... Suicide clutches on Harleys... No such thing as "saftey glasses" fireworks.
lazs
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The title of the thread is certainly an ethos I'm trying to live up to. :D
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Had a huge dirt hill near my house and a Radio Flyer METAL red wagon. We would drag the wagon to the top and see how far we could get before a wipeout. No one ever made it to the bottom and every ride ended in a scrape at least... fun stuff.
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Originally posted by Thorns
Also, I remember the day when we were playing bike tag...
Ah, the memories. I got the most serious accident I can remember playing bike tag. I turned to go evasive at cruising speed, the guy being "it" t-boned me, down I went. I thought I had broken my leg. Still have the scar on my knee.
We never shot each other with bb guns. We used them on lizards and minnows instead.
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lol This just made me remember something :D
When I was 6 or 7, before my parents devorced, my friends and I would ride our bikes after school. We had a game we'd play. We'd go down to the end of the street and ride back to my house as fast as we could. When we'd get to my front yard we'd ram the bike pedal into the curb to make it spark :D then we'd jump off the bike into my yard to see who could do the best wipe out :D I got my arse spanked because of all the scrapes of concrete out of the curb :D
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Ah yes, the good old days of my youth. :rolleyes:
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
Yes, it's a shame that the big mean old government stepped in and regulated what companies can put in their paint. That's too bad, because now we don't have as many kids growing up with the affects from lead poisoning. Bummer.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors
or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
Yeah, what a waste of good plastic those child-proof caps are. If we could only go back to the good old days of unprotected medicine, we could have more bereaved parents of dead children! Wouldn't that be great?
And those child helmets they have nowadays look dorky. We were much cooler back then in the good old days. Well, at least those of us who didn't die from fractured skulls did, anyway.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Yeah, those nasty government rules about car safety are way over-rated. It was much more smart to rely on the auto manufacturers, who would never put profit ahead of public safety.
Gee, and why bother with all that expensive safety equipment when everyone knows that its perfectly safe for mothers to hold babies in their arms in the front seat. Sheesh, what wimps kids are nowadays. Back in my day, when you got in a headon collision and went through the windshield, you brushed the glass out of your scalp, liked it, and asked for more!
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop
with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because
we were always outside playing.
Hell yeah! I never once saw an overweight kid back in my day. In the goold old days, we just ate whatever we pleased, because we knew that we would work it off by playing all day outside. And all that smoking we did while we were playing outside all day didn't hurt us, neither. Just ask my father-in-law. Oh wait, he died last month of heart disease at 62. Nevermind. Well, anyway, I'm sure the smoking and eating habits formed in the good old days had nothing to do with his death.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes,
no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable,
video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones,
personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
Yeah, those things all suck. Back in the good old days, we had these great black & white TV sets that, if you stood holding the rabbit ears a certain way, you could get a whopping four channels! And the sound that came from the mono radio--hoowee, was that great or what?
We had fights and punched each other and got black
and blue and learned to get over it.
Yeah, I had a blast getting beat up all the time by the neighborhood bully. Wasn't that awesome? And the skills I gained from learning to "get over it" really came in handy later on in life. Skills like shooting, so that those ****ing bullies would never lay a hand on me again.
Yep, I sure do miss the good old days when a punk could beat the crap out of anyone for any reason, and get away with it.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Yes, weren't those days of exclusion great? I mean, the athletic white boys always had so much fun playing ball. So what if kids who didn't have the athletic talent didn't get to participate. They could always go study worms or some other weird things that all the freaks who couldn't play ball did. And I miss the days where we could keep all those uppity black kids off the team, too. And the girls, we kept them from playing, too. They stayed back home helping mama with the laundry, like God intended them to.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they
failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors!
Yeah, those dumb black kids from the innner school had no right to be trying to get an education in the first place. Don't they know that all tests should be the same, and based on what all of us white kids knew and what we experienced? I don't understand why they even wanted an equal education in the first place. I mean, the colored's were just going to grow up to be ditch diggers or garbage collectors, anyway.
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck
to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government
regulated our lives, for our own good...
Better yet, pass it on to every parent of a child who died in a car accident where no seat belts were available in the car, or to the parents of the children who died of accidental poisoning because of a lack of safety caps. Pass it on to all the people of color, or to women, who were descriminated against in the "good old days".
Pass it on to them, and they will tell you to go to hell!
What a stupid ****ing thread.
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Fireworks.. yeah... REAL fireworks,
not these watered down pansie versions
STD mean "standard"
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Memories :)
Sitting in the far back rear facing seat in the station wagon with the window open, no seat belts - trying to see if my brother could keep me from pushing him out the window as my mother screamed bloody murder from the drivers seat :)
Having firecracker wars, (throwing them at each other like grenades )
Lots more - too teary eyed to keep typing
NwBie
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You forgot to mention making homemade napalm.
Growing up on a farm with horses, tractors, motorcycles, cattle, welders, acetelyne torches, beer and guns led to much fun.
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sorry , have to disagree, seats belts were available, you went to a auto store and bought a seat belt kit and installed it.
when i bought my new 1959 TR-3, it did not have seat belts,i got a kit and put them in, i drilled holes in the floor and bolted the belt anchors to the frame.
it's too bad you needed the govt to tell you that you needed seat belts, think of all the lives you could have saved.
PS, almost forgot to mention the CARBIDE CANNON:
take a old paint can, punch a hole in the end, put some carbide and water in the can , hammer the lid on , wait for gas to buildup, apply lit match to hole, WHOOOM
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Originally posted by ygsmilo
You forgot to mention making homemade napalm.
Growing up on a farm with horses, tractors, motorcycles, cattle, welders, acetelyne torches, beer and guns led to much fun.
(Thumbs up)
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Dirt wad fights were awesome!!
Listen, I dont think anyone is saying that we shouldn't keep our kids safe. But all the kids I see today are truly a bunch of wimps that are going to get their bellybutton handed to them by life if they don't turn off the video games and go outside and take a cupla lumps. Crushed skulls aren't good for kids but a few lumps are. IMO.
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Originally posted by banana
Ah yes, the good old days of my youth. :rolleyes:
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
Yes, it's a shame that the big mean old government stepped in and regulated what companies can put in their paint. That's too bad, because now we don't have as many kids growing up with the affects from lead poisoning. Bummer.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors
or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
Yeah, what a waste of good plastic those child-proof caps are. If we could only go back to the good old days of unprotected medicine, we could have more bereaved parents of dead children! Wouldn't that be great?
And those child helmets they have nowadays look dorky. We were much cooler back then in the good old days. Well, at least those of us who didn't die from fractured skulls did, anyway.
As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.
Yeah, those nasty government rules about car safety are way over-rated. It was much more smart to rely on the auto manufacturers, who would never put profit ahead of public safety.
Gee, and why bother with all that expensive safety equipment when everyone knows that its perfectly safe for mothers to hold babies in their arms in the front seat. Sheesh, what wimps kids are nowadays. Back in my day, when you got in a headon collision and went through the windshield, you brushed the glass out of your scalp, liked it, and asked for more!
We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop
with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because
we were always outside playing.
Hell yeah! I never once saw an overweight kid back in my day. In the goold old days, we just ate whatever we pleased, because we knew that we would work it off by playing all day outside. And all that smoking we did while we were playing outside all day didn't hurt us, neither. Just ask my father-in-law. Oh wait, he died last month of heart disease at 62. Nevermind. Well, anyway, I'm sure the smoking and eating habits formed in the good old days had nothing to do with his death.
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes,
no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable,
video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones,
personal computers, or Internet chat rooms.
Yeah, those things all suck. Back in the good old days, we had these great black & white TV sets that, if you stood holding the rabbit ears a certain way, you could get a whopping four channels! And the sound that came from the mono radio--hoowee, was that great or what?
We had fights and punched each other and got black
and blue and learned to get over it.
Yeah, I had a blast getting beat up all the time by the neighborhood bully. Wasn't that awesome? And the skills I gained from learning to "get over it" really came in handy later on in life. Skills like shooting, so that those ****ing bullies would never lay a hand on me again.
Yep, I sure do miss the good old days when a punk could beat the crap out of anyone for any reason, and get away with it.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team.
Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.
Yes, weren't those days of exclusion great? I mean, the athletic white boys always had so much fun playing ball. So what if kids who didn't have the athletic talent didn't get to participate. They could always go study worms or some other weird things that all the freaks who couldn't play ball did. And I miss the days where we could keep all those uppity black kids off the team, too. And the girls, we kept them from playing, too. They stayed back home helping mama with the laundry, like God intended them to.
Some students weren't as smart as others, so they
failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Horrors!
Yeah, those dumb black kids from the innner school had no right to be trying to get an education in the first place. Don't they know that all tests should be the same, and based on what all of us white kids knew and what we experienced? I don't understand why they even wanted an equal education in the first place. I mean, the colored's were just going to grow up to be ditch diggers or garbage collectors, anyway.
Please pass this on to others who have had the luck
to grow up as kids, before lawyers and government
regulated our lives, for our own good...
Better yet, pass it on to every parent of a child who died in a car accident where no seat belts were available in the car, or to the parents of the children who died of accidental poisoning because of a lack of safety caps. Pass it on to all the people of color, or to women, who were descriminated against in the "good old days".
Pass it on to them, and they will tell you to go to hell!
What a stupid ****ing thread.
More like what a lame bellybutton reply.
Ack-Ack
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Originally posted by ygsmilo
You forgot to mention making homemade napalm.
Growing up on a farm with horses, tractors, motorcycles, cattle, welders, acetelyne torches, beer and guns led to much fun.
Did you live in my neighborhood also?
Ahhhh...the joy that is Tide soap flakes and unleaded.
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Ok... now I get it... the reason banana wants the government to protect him is because he got beat up a lot as a kid by bullies... I hope those girls are ashamed of themselves!
lazs
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highway deaths! your crazy banana there were no highway deaths till dem' scientists mad us put seatbelts in da cars. And kids getting beat up dont lead to no crazy people shooting up da work place when day get older! Poisonings and people dieing from firw OOO OO UGGH UG SMASH, CAVEMAN DESTROY OOOO
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Originally posted by lazs2
Ok... now I get it... the reason banana wants the government to protect him is because he got beat up a lot as a kid by bullies... I hope those girls are ashamed of themselves!
lazs
Well, not quite, Lazs. After getting beat up by the bullies, I would go comfort myself by playing doctor with your daughter.
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Thems fighting words! In before the lock:D
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Originally posted by banana
We had fights and punched each other and got black
and blue and learned to get over it.
Yeah, I had a blast getting beat up all the time by the neighborhood bully. Wasn't that awesome? And the skills I gained from learning to "get over it" really came in handy later on in life. Skills like shooting, so that those ****ing bullies would never lay a hand on me again.
Yep, I sure do miss the good old days when a punk could beat the crap out of anyone for any reason, and get away with it.
Hey guys we might want to lighten up on banana,,,,If we traumatize him with our freedom of thought, risk taking actions, and willingness to accept the consiqueces of our WORDS and DEEDS he might hunt us down and shoot us to sooth the trauma we are inflicting on HIM with our obvious bullying, degenerate and neolithicly ANTI-Politicaly Correct flashbacks from all of those spills we took on our bicycles. I hope for his sake he at least got a CCW permit before he shot all of his "Bully's".
I seem to remember back in those days we didnt need to shoot each other because we still could punch each other out, which was far less drastic or dangerous than escalating to firearms. banana must be a bit younger than most of us in this thread. It sounds like he's only known the recent U.S. culture without the freedooms we enjoyed back in those bad old days;) He's probebly from the new:
"United Socialist Republic of the Union of United States"
Formerly known as "The United State of America"
Please guys we must have some sympathy for banana being he is from such a traumatized and troubled era.:)
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bustr sounds like a whiney white man that is afraid of change. oh what a loathsome beast. they are rare these days. but dont worry kids i think they might have one last hurrah before extinction sets upon them.
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Originally posted by bustr
Hey guys we might want to lighten up on banana,,,,If we traumatize him with our freedom of thought, risk taking actions, and willingness to accept the consiqueces of our WORDS and DEEDS he might hunt us down and shoot us to sooth the trauma we are inflicting on HIM with our obvious bullying, degenerate and neolithicly ANTI-Politicaly Correct flashbacks from all of those spills we took on our bicycles. I hope for his sake he at least got a CCW permit before he shot all of his "Bully's".
I seem to remember back in those days we didnt need to shoot each other because we still could punch each other out, which was far less drastic or dangerous than escalating to firearms. banana must be a bit younger than most of us in this thread. It sounds like he's only known the recent U.S. culture without the freedooms we enjoyed back in those bad old days;) He's probebly from the new:
"United Socialist Republic of the Union of United States"
Formerly known as "The United State of America"
Please guys we must have some sympathy for banana being he is from such a traumatized and troubled era.:)
Ok, Bustr, you got me. I never did get beat up by bullies, but I do know how to shoot, and I *did* play doctor with Lazs' daughter. At least that's who she told me her father was. I met Lazs in person last year at the con, and he's gotta be old enough to be my father. ;)
Oh btw, I'm vintage 1965, so I did live through "the good old days" of the 70's as a kid.
Just doing my job to balance the old white guy reactionary clique on this forum.
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banana thats ok,,,you do a good "Flaming Liberal" schtick there. I could not resist. FrogM4n got me, yeah today is my Bday and banana I'm about a decade older than you. And us old white guy reactionary cliquers. Thank you for the comment. You wouldnt be expending as much intelctual energy if were boring.:D
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yup,,i remmeber them days,,waiting for dukes of hazzard everyday and battlestar galatica,,lol,,only 3 channels were i lived,,riding in the back of a truck on a hot summer day heading up for ice cream,,simple life,,,somthings are better today,,but somthings are not,,i beleve in having to go out side and play,,instead of hiding inside with 24hour a day cartoons,,,,heck when i was a kid i would have to wake up at 5 in the morning on saturday just to watch rocky and bullwinkle and r star blazers,,,lol
some saftey issues are alot better today of cource,,but i have to say bicyclers back then didnt ride in the middle of the road,,and most would pull off the side of the road when a big truck was coming,,instead of riding in the middle and acting like the truck is not there,,lol,,guess im tired of seeing bike trails that were built not being used,,,some places i see bikes in the middle of the road,,and a bike trail along side that they never use!,,,and you wounder why people today need helmets?,,because they think they own the road now days,,lol
old days were crude,,but i enjoyed them:)
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Ahh, back in the day! I remember when we got bored with firecracker wars and switched to Bottle Rockets. Take a short piece of pipe and tape on the handle of a broken water pistol (pre- SuperSoaker toy) and you have a great bazooka! When we ran out of bottle rockets we switched to Roman Candles! You learn your true top speed with a lit Roman Candle close on your 6...I also remember once Mom was lighting up an L & M and our 64 Galaxy 500 swerved slightly off the road and hit a railroad track. I bounced off the solid steel dashboard and the blood was a flowing! She put a Band Aid on my head and told me to shut up.
Oh yeah, don't forget.....STOP, DROP, AND COVER...you will be just fine! :D
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Ha hahaha - keep this thread alive:D
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Originally posted by mosgood
Dirt wad fights were awesome!!
Listen, I dont think anyone is saying that we shouldn't keep our kids safe. But all the kids I see today are truly a bunch of wimps that are going to get their bellybutton handed to them by life if they don't turn off the video games and go outside and take a cupla lumps. Crushed skulls aren't good for kids but a few lumps are. IMO.
LOL.. that reminds me.. was havin a great dirtwad fight.. then someone brought out the dirt covered concrete..:mad:
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banana... if you ever played with my daughter that would explain how you are so traumatized. I wouldn't wish her on anyone much less someone as weak kneed as a liberal. Guess I could be your dad but I woulda had to be 14 at the time... ask your mom tho.... I'll go along with whatever she says.
lazs
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Originally posted by lazs2
banana... if you ever played with my daughter that would explain how you are so traumatized. I wouldn't wish her on anyone much less someone as weak kneed as a liberal. Guess I could be your dad but I woulda had to be 14 at the time... ask your mom tho.... I'll go along with whatever she says.
lazs
Hehe, what's the matter with your daughter, Lazs? Is she a liberal journalist who drives a Honda? That would probably be enough to traumatize you! Sounds like a great woman to me! :D
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Also, I remember when there wasn't any porn. We would wait in the closet of a friends sister, wait until she would be undressed, and then someone would make a sound like a fart, and the rest would break up laughing, thus only to be discovered by a topless teenager... WOOHOO! Them boobies are burned in my mind forever! Them were some fun times. She could sure hit hard and yell loud too. :D
Thorns
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I usta go out in a large empty field and shoot an arrow straight up high as I could with my 45lb recurve. Ran like hell anytime I lost sight of the arrow.
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Also, I remember when there wasn't any porn. We would wait in the closet of a friends sister, wait until she would be undressed, and then someone would make a sound like a fart, and the rest would break up laughing, thus only to be discovered by a topless teenager... WOOHOO! Them boobies are burned in my mind forever! Them were some fun times. She could sure hit hard and yell loud too.
LoL LoL LoL!!!! :D
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banana.. you have no idea. suffice it to say that I wouldn't wish her on a liberal even. Being with her can lead to some or all of the following.... prison, addiction, dismemberment, death.... A chip off the old block. And to think she and her friends call me the "convertable of men". They say that every woman should have one at least once but that they are expensive and outrageous and not very practical in the winter.
lazs
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Originally posted by Udie
I'll never forget the first time I learned not to throw a lawn dart straight up in the air!
wimp. it's better and more hair raising when you learn not to shoot a homemade crossbow straight up.
whooo boy... lol...
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seems i was not the only one to shoot a arrow straight up.
me and my buddies were at somebody farm shooting arrows into hay bails and someone wondered how high the arrow would go if we shot it straight up , so we did ....and it went out of sight.....and we all dived under a nearby wooden hay wagon....THUNK