Jimbo, I'm not sure what happened. My tab cut completely off. I've never had that happen before.

Hey diesel... great story about you! IF YOU REALLY WANT I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT A VERY FUNNY THING ME AND MY BEST FRIEND DID WHEN WE WERE 8 OR SO YEARS OLD. STILL MAKES ME LAUGH ABOUT IT! LOL WHAT DID A TURKY VULTURE THROW UP LOOK LIKE?? bTW I THINK EVERY SIMI COUNTRY, AND CUNTRY BOY (MAYBE A CITY KID TOO) HAS A FUNNY STORY TO TELL ABOUT HIS CHILD HOOD.
DO U GOT ANYMORE STORIES LIKE THIS ONE?? YOU SHOULD COMPLIE A LITTLE BOOK OF EM IF YOU DO. lOL

Here is a wakeboard I added some graphics to. (Really it was an idea I thought about painting my Harley, after seeing the hot rod in Iron Man. Love that old school hot rod look)









It lasted long enough to take a couple photos. Then back to the drawing board I go!!!!

(Can't fix crazy!!!!!)

Ok.... Sorry im on a roll here.....
(It will end soon!!!)

Ok.....
Done!!!

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So it IS true, by the way, that firemen are fascinated by flames?

Nice work Mr. B!

KA5EY wrote: Jimbo, I'm not sure what happened. My tab cut completely off. I've never had that happen before.

No biggie. The other guy disappeared the same time as you did. Nobody ever joined in so I bombed the carrier a couple of times and then the game wouldn't let me reload.

Nice work and grafix B! Wish I had the time to put in more work on mine...

Hi. Team!!
I've got a little problem!!
Every time i come to play, i find a player called "¿"
On my way... and every time he use the same tactic
"Drop n spawnkilling"
Impossible to take off my plane
I try to talk with him and explain him its not correct but no way.
I feel like this
So. I need your help to make him a fair player.
Thanks team

Flying muck wrote:

CRAZYWOLF wrote: What candles ?

These candles! Tchtch, how could you not have seen them!

Aw those candles. Sorry I couldn't get pass the cake the first time I look at it. Good looking cake by the way.

patrice71 wrote: Hi. Team!!
I've got a little problem!!
Every time i come to play, i find a player called "¿"
On my way... and every time he use the same tactic
"Drop n spawnkilling"
Impossible to take off my plane
I try to talk with him and explain him its not correct but no way.
I feel like this
So. I need your help to make him a fair player.
Thanks team

HEY PAT, this guy is actually called QUARK, don't waste your time on him, hes a real jerk, bad for the game. This guy is ruining a lot of games, he's also on a devise which allows him to twist and turn like no one else. I think he is a cheater I just don't know how.

HELLO MOMS, sorry I'm on your lawn, it's been a long time. Take care guys. Love ya all.

And since cake was brough up again. This is all we could come up with at last night dinner. I know ...Ghostrider will have to say something but really what can you say about hot fudge cake.

Rudolf Rednose wrote: So it IS true, by the way, that firemen are fascinated by flames?

Nice work Mr. B!

That can be the hardest part about the job.......

(Watching the pretty flames disappear)

However... Yes it is quite true for me, that I have a lifetime fascination with fire. Started a few (no damage or harm) that I should not have, way back when I was weeeee boy. It was one of them times my dad had that "Dad Radar" go off, caught me and a buddy playing around with matches, burning silly crap next to a building.

On the other hand tho, before I ever thought about being a fireman. I did manage to help in a couple of situations.

I was about 13 or 14 and it was close to 4th of July. We had all kinds of fire works back then (In the GOOD old days) one of my favorites, were called "Grasshoppers". Your supposed to put them on the ground and light them, they would spin and dance all around. Doing like little hops and skips, every once in a while they would catch a little flight.

Well I figured out that, if you hold them just right, and as they start to spray out the sparks (that put them into motion) I would give them a gentle toss up into the air. Well this would send them, flying up, and off into the air. It was fun and very cool to watch. Up to this point I did not have any, cause problems.

For a moment, I was almost like that "Legendary Cool Kid", the one that gets all the chicks.....

Well like any right minded teenager, knowing that they would take flight, we came up with the bright idea. That higher ground, equals a better show! Man was I about to be in the middle of "One Big Show"!

We relocated to a very steep hill, that had a road cut threw the center, going from top to bottom. The sides were build up and held in place with stacked stone making about a 30 foot cliff on both sides. At the top of each cliff/hill was street's with houses. (Probably more confusing for me to try and explain the layout, but it is a big part of the story) so anyways....
I would light them and let them fly, it was cool, and I was surely on my way to stardom, by making a name for myself! Well then a buddy of mine did not want me to have all the glory to myself, so he went to give it a go. Grabs a grasshopper, a lighter, and his testicles. With the look of intense excitement, the thought of becoming a legend, and the gripping fear visible, from all the beads of sweat pouring from his face. He lights the lighter, draws it over to the wick, it lights, and out of nowhere.........

Flips out and straight chucks the thing a crossed the cut out road and it lands on the very steep hillside!!! (Not the stacked stone cliff, it was around from that)

IDIOT!!!!

So now...... Time stands still for all of us, as we wait and we wait..... To see what is going to happen......
(Just stay with me here. It gets better!)

Ok the one other thing I failed to mention is this. The steep hillside, leading up to houses was filled with, a bone dry, 2 to 3 foot, straw-hay-type weed. Nice and tick all golden brown, glistening in the sunlight. So it is in a field of fuel, with houses uphill to the right of it. Any guesses on what was down hill, connecting to that field....?
It was THE FRIGGEN COUNTY MUSEUM!
Sided with, old dried out milled wood, filled with nothing but wooden farming equipment, old wooden buggies, I bet a half gallon of flammable stain and lacquer for every square foot on them.
So there we are. Four of us. Watching. Waiting.......

Then it happens.....

Poof.... Ignition!!!!

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.....

Well now what are we going to do, "tiss the question...."? She was rolling, with a nice summer breeze, and rolling fast!
Well three of us, completely freaked out, bounced and tripped off of each other. As we jumped on our bikes and headed off to, who knows were, like it was all just some bad dream. One of us, ran down the tops of the stacked stone, that made the cliff. A slippery, rubble topped pathway, makeshift stairs build with the stone. Across, a sidewalk, a two lane road, another sidewalk (it is all about building the drama) and climbed up the step hill, passing the flames that have now grown into a real bad situation. Ran up to the closest house to the fire, grabbed their hose, and with just enough reach. I was able to spray it over and wet the ground around what was not burnt and got a good knock down on the rest. Then ran down, kicked dirt on and stomped out all the hot spots.

Then like a thief in the night, slipped off into the shadows, making the perfect get away. Man were we ever lucky!

Man lol I did not mean to get so wordy....

Oh one of the other ones I was thinking of was. A 3 story apartment was on fire. People were coming out from the 3rd floor where the fire was, but not from the floor below it. So I ran in, wearing flip flops, shorts, and a tank top. Started pounding on doors and yelling that the building was on fire. Every one was able to make it out and to safety. Again, I slipped off into the shadows, like it was just what your supposed to do.


So the morale of the story is........
The fear of running into a burning building, pales in comparison to the idea of, facing my dad, as I try and explain how, I burnt down several houses, and a museum.

No thank you, I would take the burning building any day of the week!!!!

Randolph Scott wrote: Hey diesel... great story about you! IF YOU REALLY WANT I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT A VERY FUNNY THING ME AND MY BEST FRIEND DID WHEN WE WERE 8 OR SO YEARS OLD. STILL MAKES ME LAUGH ABOUT IT! LOL WHAT DID A TURKY VULTURE THROW UP LOOK LIKE?? bTW I THINK EVERY SIMI COUNTRY, AND CUNTRY BOY (MAYBE A CITY KID TOO) HAS A FUNNY STORY TO TELL ABOUT HIS CHILD HOOD.
DO U GOT ANYMORE STORIES LIKE THIS ONE?? YOU SHOULD COMPLIE A LITTLE BOOK OF EM IF YOU DO. lOL

Thanks Randolph, sure I'd love to read story's of boyhood adventures,what does vulture vomit look like...well let's just say they don't chew thier food 31 times before swallowing, my T shirt never made it home that day.
A few years ago I had a cow killed by lightning, when I first came apon it I could see something dark moving on the opposite side of the cow and when I got within 20 feet of it this turkey vulture jumped up on the middle of the cow and opened his wings up that spread from head to tail on that cow, not for sure how far they can do projectile vomiting, and thinking it could fly after me faster then I could run ( screaming like a Benche) I looked at him and said "we're cool, I'll come back tomorrow and get the tag number off that cow"

I have many old farm kid stories, just no really sure that people want to read here, I do enjoy most all the post that arn't game related, Brian's dogs, and his surfboard projects, very cool and there has been so many others in the past, real world talent;-)

I toohave a few boyhood fire stories, but here's the best:

When I was about six years old my great granddad Robb ( a man by the name of Purdy Pollard whom everyone called PP for short) was getting up there in years. My granddad, dad, and uncle Berle decided that it was time to start clearing away all of PPs buildings and properties. So one weekend the three of them took me and my cousin Jason, a year younger, up to Dimmitt to get started. We met great granddad At a building that sat on the edge of town that used to be his farm shop. Great granddad,as my granddad, dad, and uncle began to deal with more important matters, showed us boys around all of his old junk. We're talking antique farm equipment, a steam powered tractor, boxcars full of things and so much more. Most interesting of all where a stack of old tin buckets filled with a black goo. After asking what this was, great granddad explained that this was an old vulcanized rubber adhesive used for patching inner tubes on tires in the 50s and 60s. Great granddad then found an old tire slathered some of this mess on the inside, put a piece of cloth over it, put more rubber over that, and just winJason and I were getting bored with the demonstration, he lit it on fire. being country boys, age 5 and six, we thought this was about the coolish shit we had ever seen. About that time, my granddad, dad, and uncle went back to the farm to get a trailer or something. Great granddad Took us into his old office in the building, A neat place, every inch covered in Texas Panhandle blow sand, frozen in the late 1940s complete with steel desk, shelves, Trashcan, and chairs covered in yellow pleather, to wait for the others to return. Great granddad dozed off in about 90 seconds and Jason and I decided that his junk, and contents of his shop building warrantedfurther investigation. We decided, that the buckets of vulcanized rubber warranted further experimentation. We decided that it would be wise to light and entire bucket full. After doing so, almost immediately, The contents liquefied, the Cheap pre war tin gave way, and the other buckets became involved as well. The fire quickly spread to adjacent vacant lot and quickly became out-of-control. Like the dad radar working again,The others came back just as my cousin and I were running away from the scene of the crime. My uncle grabbed my cousin went to his truck and went tearing out toward the house to call the fire department,my dad then parked me back in great granddad's office, where granddad was still sleeping, and told me to wait until he came back to deal with me. My great granddad, who had a unique way, began to question me about my actions. After a bit of back-and-forth, he asked me directly " Son, after I showed you what it was for, what made you think you needed to light an entire bucket" I replied in best Whiney 6 yr old voice: "because I never get to have any fun" Great granddad pondered this for what seemed like an eternity after which he calmly said "you're right" he then emptied his 1940s steel trashcan and placed it in front of me, he went to the shelf and grab the small brown paper box filled with 100 small books of matches. Great granddad was a big believer in business printing, he was also a big believer and never throwing anything away, so this entire shelf was filled with matches, pocketknives, little rubber change purses,pens, and anything else that would sit still long enough for him to print one of his businesses information on it. He handed me the matches and said "open the box" I did, then said "take out a book" I did, great granddad said, "light a match" I did "now blow it out" he replied "and throw it away" I did that, and stared at the wise old man in shock thinking to myself "great grandad wants me to play with matches?" Great grandad then told me "light every match in every book in the box and when you get done I will get you another, I won't have my great-grandson not having any fun"
About an hour later, after 3 acres of land that didn't belong to us, Had burned, my dad came back into the office to administer what I was sure was going to be the ass whipping of my life to find me under great granddad supervision.....you guessed it...... Playing with matches. The minute he saw what was going on he turned beet red grabbed me, I said goodbye to great granddad, and we began our long drive back to Denison.after we left the office, and were about to walk out of the shop, I heard my great granddad laughing the loudest laughter I've ever heard even to this day. After the 5 hour drive home, in complete silence with no stops for gas, bathroom or dinner, and me wondering what was in store for me, my dad stopped at an all-night diner a block from our house, and without ever raising his voice, gave me a talking to about the days events.

That day, was the last day I ever saw my great granddad alive. The comment he made about his great-grandchildren having fun were the last words he ever spoke to me. He passed away about a month later.I will never forget the tremendous amount of wisdom he imparted to me even in the short time I knew him...

... It wasn't until many years later that I realized this was his unique way of both teaching me how silly it was to play with matches,while protecting me from my father's wrath long enough for cooler heads to prevail. This was the kind of wisdom and foresight this incredible man possessed…

… As it is inevitable whenever I tell this story I have to share a little bit more about my great granddad. He was the smartest man I've ever come into contact with, perhaps even borderline psychic. In the Texas Panhandle almost everybody, at the time, grew either cotton, or Winterwheat.One year, great granddad found a new crop he wanted to try called soybeans he told all the other farmers that this was the crop of the future and told them they should plant it Turnrow to turn row, as well is in there roads and clear up to their doors. They called him crazy. About a monthbefore the crop came in, tofu was invented, he paid off his farm with that crop, incidentally, the bottom fell out of the Cotton market in the panhandle that year....
... At the height of his senility he got in his truck and disappeared one day for entire week, when we finally found him he couldn't remember who he was, but he had bought 7500
head of cattle when he hadn't own cattle or worked in 20 years. I granddad, couldn't get the sale barn to reverse the sale and had to lease land to accommodate the steers. Everybody in the family, I remember, was worried sick about what we were going to do with all the cattle great grandad had bought, beef was really low at the time, and even though he got them for a song, we sought great granddad was going to lose his life savings over it. I don't remember exactly, I was very young, but a couple of months later due to I think a very very, and what turned out to be his last, cold cold winter in the Midwest left a bunch of cattle frozen to death, or something like that. The prices skyrocketed on that 7500 head so high that the proceeds from it, nearly paid off my granddad's farm, took care of my granny until she died three years ago at the age of 106, and paid for the down payment of mine and his other great grandchildren's first home...

....about The time the cattle sold, and shortly before the fire we were all invited to their place for Easter. When all of us got ready to turn in for the evening great granddad went out to the garden shed and brought in about a half a dozen rakes and shovels.when my granddad ask him what he was doing, great granddad said "oh you never know, we may have to dig our way out of the house in the morning" mind you, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, it was early April, and about 50 to 60° outside. Everybody chalked it up to is civility and went to bed. The next morning there was a 4 foot snowdrift against the door and we had to dig our way out. It was the most snow in the panhandle had seen and reported history.

I apologize for rambling on, but whenever I tell the fire story, I think of my great granddad and what he meant to me. It's a real struggle to tell without getting choked up. Thank you for reading

Good one GHOSTRIDER, WELL DONE

I burnt up a 94 dodge pickup hooked to a 16 foot trailer with 13 round bails of hay on it. I also burnt up a barn. I was unable to count the bails of hay in that.

Moral of the story? Hay burns fast...

KA5EY wrote: I burnt up a 94 dodge pickup hooked to a 16 foot trailer with 13 round bails of hay on it. I also burnt up a barn. I was unable to count the bails of hay in that.

Moral of the story? Hay burns fast...

How on gods green earth did you get 13 round bales of hay on to a 16 foot utility trailer? We are talking the large round bales right? I've seen goosenecks that only hold five

GHOSTRIDER1 wrote:

KA5EY wrote: I burnt up a 94 dodge pickup hooked to a 16 foot trailer with 13 round bails of hay on it. I also burnt up a barn. I was unable to count the bails of hay in that.

Moral of the story? Hay burns fast...

How on gods green earth did you get 13 round bales of hay on to a 16 foot utility trailer? We are talking the large round bales right? I've seen goosenecks that only hold five

8 across the bottom side by side. 4 rows. 3 on top in the middle setting in the gaps with a strap going from front to back so it was probably actually 12 not 13. One in the pickup bed that was origionally ignighted with a ciggarette some moron threw out the window...

I dont remember how far it was from the time I smoked that ciggarette to the time I realised it was burning.

I decided, at first, while the first bail was on fire to try to roll it off the back of the truck. I i was trying to save the truck. Well, I was able to roll it to where it lodged up between the bails on the trailor and the bumper of the truck. By then it was just too hot to stay close too. the only thing left was the metal of the truck and the front tires and the frame of the trailor. From the front of the doors up it looked like nothing even happened.

In the hot summer of '85, before I knew any better, I was in the Dutch army and we were on a manouver on a heather plain. We were practicing assault and defence with one part of the company attacking and the other defending....you get the over all picture.

We had to throw practice granades, which were kind of avalanche granades, behind us, because you don't want to hit anyone.
Suddenly the officers shouted "Fire, Fire!"and no one responded ecxept for firing more blanks at the enemy.
"It's a fire!"
We tried to kick it out, and used our shovels to try and put it out, but it "spread like wildfire".
We took off our overalls and in our underwear tried to hit the fire out....A great sight!

Firetrucks from the nearby villages had to come to save the rest of the heather plain and the surrounding forrest after a couple of acres were already detroyed by the flames.

We made the local paper that day: ".....but were it not for the brave and swift action of an army company, that just happened to be on a training nearby, the damage might have been far greater."

We must be talking different size bales, are you talking about this size?

Yup

Friggen country boy's.......

Always bragging about how big there "bails of hay" are!!!! Lol

Man I just want to say. "SOME AMAZING STORIES"!!!! Thank you so much for for keeping the memories alive and sharing them with us!!!
Truly amazes me how this forum and so many of our little lives can bring on my child like antisapation, of "whats next around the corner" everytime I open up the forum!!!

Man what a great few read's!

Stumbled across this video and thought I would share it, and I will tell you why.
When I was watching this video and thinking about my last few days, work, home, crapy weather, this forum, and old stories of the past. The one common thing I noticed with several of the little clips was this. Several of them were just a group of friends making the best of what was right there in front of them. Some were in the mountains others in the ocean. A few that went thru a big city or just in the middle of someone's back yard. They all were in the same setting of, friends trying to do better at what ever little challenge they had come up with. This is what I miss from my child hood. The adventure of being creative with my friends and coming up with something cool to do. Using what was just laying around, looking all lifeless. Then the energy starts to flow thru it as we would put our souls in to it.
I say screw the weather, the economy, the "what if's" in life. Dive in with both feet and start living it!!!! (Again for some of us!!!)



P.s. Yah I did not just stumble across the video. Really the thought of grabbing that chicks butt, underwater, and videoing it, drew me in.... (Hope I never stop thinking that is a good idea!!!!!)

zuperman wrote: Warning: those using fake or duplicated accounts to vote... you better come clean, remove your vote or post here saying it because I'll search myself at the end of the vote and take measures. And you won't like the measures if you didn't come clean.

I find it ridiculous that I have to arrive to this on a simple poll.

I don't think this involves anyone of us, but I just wanted to make everyone here aware.