Beriut Explosion - Holee Chit !! Was That A Hydrogen Bomb?

[The_Dude]

Originally Posted by The_Dude

Skip over the posts you don't want to read.

[Jeff '79]

Originally Posted by Iron Chef

Which proves nothing. I was permabanned by Jesse because I resigned at CF, not for starting shit. Thats one. So learn to read, Sport.

* Sporto

[Little Red L98.]

Originally Posted by The_Dude

That’s exactly how I do it.

[Iron Chef]

Originally Posted by Jeff '79

* Sporto

[MrPeabody]

Originally Posted by z06psi

I cherish mine.

We could all lobby for you to get one here.

[Jeff '79]

Originally Posted by The_Dude

[MrPeabody]

Originally Posted by Jeff '79

* Sporto

*Sportenheim

[snide]

Originally Posted by z06psi

I cherish mine.

Best $20 I ever spent.

[BOTY]

Originally Posted by Dan Dlabay

My dad was living in Texas City when 2 ships loaded with aluminum nitrate exploded in the harbor killing over 600 people and destroying part of the city.

The Deadliest Industrial Accident in US History - YouTube

[bill_daniels]

Originally Posted by Jeff '79

* Sporto

Ferris Bueller's Day Off - He's a Righteous Dude (1986) - YouTube

[Giraffe (He/Him)]

Originally Posted by dwjz06

Not sure why the dog pile on

When I was a kid they used to call this a 'Nigger Pile.' Don't imagine that's appropriate these days.

[Little Red L98.]

Originally Posted by Thomas

When I was a kid they used to call this a 'Nigger Pile.' Don't imagine that's appropriate these days.

UD got piled on like that a while back by his core haters.

[Cybercowboy]

Well this thread sure turned into something.

[DAB]

when i was a kid, all the neighbor kids would get together at the local field (had a backstop for baseball/softball, but was big enough for football), and if we didn't have enough for an organized game of some sort, we'd play "smear the queer", basically tackle whoever had the ball. once they were tackled, they'd toss it to someone else, and it was game on again.

i doubt that version of "go outside and play" would pass muster today. kind of a version of Calvin Ball.

[Giraffe (He/Him)]

Originally Posted by DAB

when i was a kid, all the neighbor kids would get together at the local field (had a backstop for baseball/softball, but was big enough for football), and if we didn't have enough for an organized game of some sort, we'd play "smear the queer", basically tackle whoever had the ball. once they were tackled, they'd toss it to someone else, and it was game on again.

i doubt that version of "go outside and play" would pass muster today. kind of a version of Calvin Ball.

We played the exact same game but usually after our 'official' game. Kind of a final hoo-rah before we all jumped on our bikes and peddled home.

We called it Kill the guy with the ball.

[The_Dude]

Originally Posted by DAB

when i was a kid, all the neighbor kids would get together at the local field (had a backstop for baseball/softball, but was big enough for football), and if we didn't have enough for an organized game of some sort, we'd play "smear the queer", basically tackle whoever had the ball. once they were tackled, they'd toss it to someone else, and it was game on again.

i doubt that version of "go outside and play" would pass muster today. kind of a version of Calvin Ball.

We had that too.

[Cybercowboy]

Originally Posted by DAB

when i was a kid, all the neighbor kids would get together at the local field (had a backstop for baseball/softball, but was big enough for football), and if we didn't have enough for an organized game of some sort, we'd play "smear the queer", basically tackle whoever had the ball. once they were tackled, they'd toss it to someone else, and it was game on again.

i doubt that version of "go outside and play" would pass muster today. kind of a version of Calvin Ball.

We would have dirt clod fights, with King of the Mountain often added to the mix, and occasionally bamboo fishing pole segments, brooms, or whatever was handy. My right hand between the thumb and index finger was cut about 1" deep in that webbing by a bamboo pole segment that had began to splinter badly. That ****ing hurt, and IIRC was around 25 stitches.

Don't even get me started on the various "sweet ramps" we'd build and launch ourselves into corn fields, ditches, whatever. Sometimes we'd even make a token effort at protective gear, like football helmet and shoulder pads.

[Jeff '79]

Originally Posted by DAB

when i was a kid, all the neighbor kids would get together at the local field (had a backstop for baseball/softball, but was big enough for football), and if we didn't have enough for an organized game of some sort, we'd play "smear the queer", basically tackle whoever had the ball. once they were tackled, they'd toss it to someone else, and it was game on again.

i doubt that version of "go outside and play" would pass muster today. kind of a version of Calvin Ball.

We called it smear the queer too.

[99 pewtercoupe]

Originally Posted by Cybercowboy

We would have dirt clod fights, with King of the Mountain often added to the mix, and occasionally bamboo fishing pole segments, brooms, or whatever was handy. My right hand between the thumb and index finger was cut about 1" deep in that webbing by a bamboo pole segment that had began to splinter badly. That ****ing hurt, and IIRC was around 25 stitches.

Don't even get me started on the various "sweet ramps" we'd build and launch ourselves into corn fields, ditches, whatever. Sometimes we'd even make a token effort at protective gear, like football helmet and shoulder pads.

We had a version of King of the Mountain that involved wiffle ball bats 😂
Used to come home with bruises and welts but everyone had a good time. Our parents thought we were dumb asses but didn’t try to stop us

[Aerovette]

Originally Posted by Cybercowboy

We would have dirt clod fights, with King of the Mountain often added to the mix, and occasionally bamboo fishing pole segments, brooms, or whatever was handy. My right hand between the thumb and index finger was cut about 1" deep in that webbing by a bamboo pole segment that had began to splinter badly. That ****ing hurt, and IIRC was around 25 stitches.

Don't even get me started on the various "sweet ramps" we'd build and launch ourselves into corn fields, ditches, whatever. Sometimes we'd even make a token effort at protective gear, like football helmet and shoulder pads.

I was the ramp king. From about age 9 through 16 I was fearless. Higher, farther, I made them from doors and cinder blocks and anything. I was good at engineering something that could take the speed and weight and really launch. I broke a few wheels, popped tires etc.

Then one day, at 16, I was jumping in a tennis court over the net, I landed wrong and really seriously hurt my back and was afraid to tell my parents. I limped around school for a couple MONTHS in pain. I could barely carry my school books. It's jacked up to this day from that jump. I never built another ramp.