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gimpod
gimpod Posts: 1,793
edited June 2012 in The Clubhouse
Got these from my brother today and thought I'd share, Made me laugh.:lol:
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ~ Mark Twain
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  • gdb
    gdb Posts: 6,012
    edited June 2012
    That's certainly an impressive list !:lol:
  • gimpod
    gimpod Posts: 1,793
    edited June 2012
    Life as a child growing up in Oklahoma .....

    Around age 10 my dad got me one of those little badass compound bow beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you know that a 1955 40 horse Farmall tractor tire will take 6 rounds before it goes down?

    Tough sumbich.

    That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazard fan that I was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all over the place
    One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (Ether). The light bulb went off in my head.
    I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner. Lets face it, to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like myself, (Ether), really doesn't "sound" flammable.
    So, I went back into the house and got a 1 pound can of pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles).

    At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the can of black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit around the (Ether) can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie, a 1 lb. pyrodex and 16 oz (Ether) should make a loud pop, kinda like a firecracker you know?

    You know what? Screw that I'm going back in the house for the other can.
    Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.

    I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to see my dad getting out of the truck... OH SHOOT!

    He just got home from work. So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go from my bow to the can. My dad was walking towards me in slow motion with a WTF look in his eyes. I turned back towards my target just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at the bottom. Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can. Oh shoot.

    When the shock wave hit it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex jerk back from 235 fricking decibels of sound. I caught a half a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could see. It was like a little low to the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two.

    The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this... THE FRICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.
    There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture. Notice I said "was". That sumbich got up and ran off.

    So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my dad is on the other side of the carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback:

    ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE YOU'RE BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE. DAMN IT CEASE FIRE!!!!!
    His hat has blown off and is 30 ft behind him in the driveway. All windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft. over our backyard. There is a Honda 185 3 wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.

    I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know - I know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my own head. I don't think he heard me either... not that it would really matter. I don't remember much from this point on. I said something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea. I remember at one point my mom had to give me CPR. and Dad screaming "Bring him back to life so I can kill him again". Thanks Mom.

    One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again, Mom had been complaining about that thing for years and dad never did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled business..

    Dad sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. I still have some sort of bone growth abnormality, either from the blast or the beating, or both.

    I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.

    Author Unknown
    “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ~ Mark Twain
  • gimpod
    gimpod Posts: 1,793
    edited June 2012
    US Marine Corps Rules:
    1. Be courteous to everyone, friendly to no one.
    2. Decide to be aggressive enough, quickly enough.
    3. Have a plan.
    4. Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won't work.
    5. Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
    6. Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun whose caliber does not start with a "4."
    7. Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammo is cheap. Life is expensive.
    8. Move away from your attacker. Distance is your friend. (Lateral & diagonal preferred.)
    9. Use cover or concealment as much as possible.
    10. Flank your adversary when possible. Protect yours.
    11. Always cheat; always win. The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
    12. In ten years nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance, or tactics. They will only remember who lived.
    13. If you are not shooting, you should be communicating your intention to shoot.

    Navy SEALS Rules:
    1. Look very cool in sunglasses.
    2. Kill every living thing within view.
    3. Adjust speedo.
    4. Check hair in mirror.

    US Army Rangers Rules:
    1. Walk in 50 miles wearing 75 pound rucksack while starving.
    2. Locate individuals requiring killing.
    3. Request permission via radio from "Higher" to perform killing.
    4. Curse bitterly when mission is aborted.
    5. Walk out 50 miles wearing a 75 pound rucksack while starving.

    US Army Rules:
    1. Select a new beret to wear.
    2. Sew patches on right shoulder.
    3. Change the color of beret you decide to wear.

    US Air Force Rules:
    1. Have a cocktail.
    2. Adjust temperature on air-conditioner.
    3. See what's on HBO.
    4. Ask "what is a gunfight?"
    5. Request more funding from Congress with a "killer" PowerPoint presentation.
    6. Wine & dine 'key' Congressmen, invite DOD & defense industry executives.
    7. Receive funding, set up new command and assemble assets.
    8. Declare the assets "strategic" and never deploy them operationally.
    9. Hurry to make 1345 tee-time.

    US Navy Rules:
    1. Go to Sea.
    2. Drink Coffee.
    3. Watch p0 rn.
    4. Deploy the Marines.

    Unknown Author.
    “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ~ Mark Twain
  • gimpod
    gimpod Posts: 1,793
    edited June 2012
    1. Any fake phone number a girl gave you would automatically forward your call to her real number.
    2. Nodding and looking at your watch would be deemed an acceptable response to "I love you."
    3. Hallmark would make "Sorry, what was your name again?" cards.
    4. When your girlfriend really needed to talk to you during the game, she'd appear in a little box in the corner of the screen during a time-out.
    5. Each year, your raise would be pegged to the fortunes of the NFL team of your choice.
    6. The funniest guy in the office would get to be CEO.
    7. "Sorry I'm late, but I got really wasted last night" would be an acceptable excuse for tardiness.
    8. At the end of the workday, a whistle would blow and you'd jump out your window and slide down the tail of a brontosaurus and right into your car like Fred Flintstone.
    9. It'd be considered harmless fun to gather 30 friends, put on horned helmets, and go pillage a nearby town.
    10. When a cop gave you a ticket, every smart-aleck answer you responded with would actually reduce your fine. As in: Cop: "You know how fast you were going?" You: "All I know is, I was spilling my beer all over the place." Cop: "Nice one. That's $10 off."
    11. Tanks would be far easier to rent.
    12. Garbage would take itself out.
    13. Instead of beer belly, you'd get "beer biceps."
    14. Instead of an expensive engagement ring, you could present your wife-to-be with a giant foam hand that said, "You're #1!"
    15. Valentine's Day would be moved to February 29th so it would only occur in leap years.
    16. On Groundhog Day, if you saw your shadow, you'd get the day off to go drinking. Mother's Day, too.
    17. St. Patrick's Day, however, would remain exactly the same. But it would be celebrated every month.
    18. ?COPS? would be broadcast live, and you could phone in advice to the pursuing cops. Or to the crooks.
    19. The only show opposite ?Monday Night Football? would be "Monday Night Football from a Different Camera Angle".
    20. The candle shops in the mall would sell candles that smell like whiskey and beer.
    21. Women would have to obtain a license before wearing spandex or short shorts (sorta like conceal carry laws).
    22. Women suffering from PMS would be required to wear a burka.
    23. Gun racks would be standard on all American cars.
    24. There would be a device that automatically raised and lowered toilet seats.
    25. 2011 Cloning Act: "Only Jessica Alba may be cloned."

    Unknown Author
    “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” ~ Mark Twain