Do you also drive around and hit mailboxes with a baseball bat?


"Joe" wrote in message
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Don't bother looking for the brake fluid, It don't make enough smoke to
bother with. :0(

Now whats cool, is pull your pick-up into the middle of your shipyard,
where they have that smooth concrete.
Cover the back tires in bleach, Then smoke the tires, that will make a
huge cloud of white smoke. And gets the mexicans running for cover. My
ol econoline truck will smoke em across the shipyard and chirp into
second as I hit the road.

Joe

Bob Crantz wrote:
Do you also drive around and hit mailboxes with a baseball bat?


"Joe" wrote in message
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Don't bother looking for the brake fluid, It don't make enough smoke to
bother with. :0(

Now whats cool, is pull your pick-up into the middle of your shipyard,
where they have that smooth concrete.
Cover the back tires in bleach, Then smoke the tires, that will make a
huge cloud of white smoke. And gets the mexicans running for cover. My
ol econoline truck will smoke em across the shipyard and chirp into
second as I hit the road.

Joe




He was probablyt one of the incorrigible children that really should
have been on Ritalin...

Indeed I was katy..the Navy slapped most of it out of me.

Me and my brothers were always in trouble. Alberts list is very tame
compared to the stuff we would do.

Infact my brother had to join the service due to a prank he paid on the
towns sheriff.

Our town was only 450 people and only one sheriff. My bro made a HUGE
8X16 foot sign at the town tabernackle that said "Sheriff Johnson Sucks
@*$Ks" everyone in town saw it, and the sheriff was not amused.....

Our favorite was buying rubbers in the bathroom at the diner, un
hooking the gas space heater, filling the rubber until they were twice
the size of a watermellon putting a long fuse on them at letting them
go at night. Giant fireballs would light up the county...bwahahahaha
the newspapers went nuts over thoses.

And the trouble we got into with that tractor....oh man

Joe

"Joe" wrote
Our favorite was buying rubbers in the bathroom at the diner, un
hooking the gas space heater, filling the rubber.....

Billy's house backed up on a 20'x20' concrete flood control creek that always
had a few inches of water in it. His dad, a machinist, had brought home a box
of magnesium 'chips' (long curls) he lit as sparklers. One night Billy and
another kid accidentally got the box burning so they tossed it into the creek.
It went off like a giant flash bulb, lighting the overcast sky for miles around.
Authorities thought "A-Bomb" and were not amused.

Not since I was 13 and the really ****ed off guy chased us down and
caught us.

We were in a bad ass Nova, but he had a brand new Old's 442......good
thing we were just kids, he would have killed us all.

Thanks for the memory

Joe