Man, I primed and hung tobacco every summer for about 7 years. It was HOT, NASTY, STICKY, DIRTY, COLD (right after an afternoon thunderstorm you thought you would freeze to death) work, but it was also some of the most fun and good times I ever had. Smokin cigarettes, telling dirty jokes, putting snakes under the tobacco leaves in the sled, and waiting to hear the women at the barn scream when they uncovered them, all that neat stuff.Anyone who's barned tobacco understands the genius of pouring peanuts into your pepsi.
How about going to the drug store to buy condoms. I know you can still do it, but with Amazon and pickup orders pretty much every where I imagine it's a lot easier.
Anyone who's barned tobacco understands the genius of pouring peanuts into your pepsi.
I can't find any info on this online. We used to go Yella Hamma hunting in old tobacco barns. Climb to the top and grab sleeping birds from behind at night. My cousin grabbed a hawk one time. Have yall heard of this?Man, I primed and hung tobacco every summer for about 7 years. It was HOT, NASTY, STICKY, DIRTY, COLD (right after an afternoon thunderstorm you thought you would freeze to death) work, but it was also some of the most fun an good times I ever had. Smokin cigarettes, telling dirty jokes, putting snakes under the tobacco leaves in the sled, and waiting to hear the women at the barn scream when they uncovered them, all that neat stuff.
But yes, during those days I poured a many a peanut into my Pepsi Colas.
I haven'tI can't find any info on this online. We used to go Yella Hamma hunting in old tobacco barns. Climb to the top and grab sleeping birds from behind at night. My cousin grabbed a hawk one time. Have yall heard of this?
I still keep an atlas in my vehicles and I have GPS in both vehicles. I like traveling back roads lots of times. More fun seeing different things.Having to keep a road map in your glove box so when you and your buddies went out and got lost on a sat afternoon, you could find your way home.
Oh yeah... Model Rockets (Estes, Century) Model Air Planes, P51 was the best one (we are talking ones that take COX motors here)Grandma washed clothes in a gasoline powered washing machine till '77 & pitched a bitch when Grandpa brought home that gynormous microwave in '79. Dad's car had an 8-track until '84 & my grandparents still had a party line when I moved out in '86.
Oh! Those stupid Lite Brites & Spirograph.
Do kids these days still build model cars? I wasn't necessarily great at 'em, but I certainly spent many an hour building them.
How about bump starting your POS used car or motorcycle?
Oh yeah... Model Rockets (Estes, Century)
Ah the home made rpg. Been there, shot that at a government vehicle lolSpeaking of...I used to use model rocket engines to make huge bottle rockets. I'd rip some kite sticks on the table saw in the garage and tape the engines to them. Those get some awesome altitude.
And put some...er..."charges" on the ends. If they were good ones, you could just barely hear them go off, they'd be so high.
I did a quick search to see if I could find a pic of the original (from Nabisco) nabs, and learned something. Even though I live here, I had no idea Lance is HQd here. 🤔
My...my...a destructive bunch we have here... would buy a cheap single stage rocket kit that took the "D" EnginesAh the home made rpg. Been there, shot that at a government vehicle lol
My rpgs were d class Estes engines fired from a shoulder launcher with a warhead made from shotgun propellant in a metal pill bottle with a small hole to allow the charge that deploys the parachute to ignite the warhead. It worked pretty well.My...my...a destructive bunch we have here... would buy a cheap single stage rocket kit that took the "D" Engines
would use a multi-stage engine the one that ignited the next engine, the payload was M80's, would use some
as ground to ground rockets.. other set em off at night..late.. 4F powder as the payload..did the homemade
bottle rocket thing,take some pipe, light and drop it in it, Dad made a cannon nothing big could set it on
the table, would set it off with all and anything that could be a projectile, marbles, BB's, tacks, that thing
would go tumbling end over end, yes used the igniters from rocket engines to light the fuse. all kinds of
crazyness.
then the old smoke bombs.. used to also put "cow feces" in a baggie inside the brown paper bag, light it and
the people "stomp" it out..priceless.
then some stupid stuff a friend and I put a small pile of black powder in the middle of the road, it was pitch
black outside, late at night, he / we got the idea to light it, well it did not catch at first 2nd time it did, and
oh my all I saw was a bright flash, my friend was smacking his face, he "had a ZZ-Top like beard" when I
regained my night vision back...his face was smokin it took all I could do not to laugh, he didn't get burned
on the skin, just the beard, saw him the next day with this short beard, this is stuff you see the 3 stooges
do, after that I would just say.. "smoke" smoke"..smoke" I smell hair on fire. Man good ole days and some
fun days..
-Snoopz
100 pack of "Black Cat Firecrackers"under the carcoal when someone else was lighting it.When we could get M80s, we'd buy the fatso sparkle-y bottle rockets, pull the caps off, dump that sissy colored crap & replace it with an M80, fuse pointing down. Always a satisfying whoomph when they'd blow at altitude.
Roman candle fights & bottle rocket battles were a given. Lighting a pack of bumblebees & lobbing them at the feet of somebody not paying attention was always popular.
hmmm. I like it..Now that sounds interesting and creative...My rpgs were d class Estes engines fired from a shoulder launcher with a warhead made from shotgun propellant in a metal pill bottle with a small hole to allow the charge that deploys the parachute to ignite the warhead. It worked pretty well.
ain't that the truth...still have the digits..and no puncture wounds from it.It's a miracle we didn't kill ourselves.
We were downright ferrel by today's standards. I remember seeing "don't burn or puncture" on cans of spray paint, and so we'd throw it in the bonfire and hack at it with a garden hoe to see what would happen. Flame geysers!Oh yeah, I would plant cans of hairspray or spray paint in the ashes in the burn barrel.
We did this exact thing in the woods beside my friends house. Dug a hole about 15"deep and got a good fire rolling.Oh yeah, I would plant cans of hairspray or spray paint in the ashes in the burn barrel. Grandma'd be watching the trash burn n making sure no embers caught the pasture on fire & when those cans'd cook off, they'd send a geyser of flaming trash sky high. Scared her the first time& pissed her off good the next. She got real suspicious, so I knocked it off before she caught me.
Pretty sure that was about the same time that I got suspended for a week for igniting my chemistry lab partner.
I could never get those to work. My first version attempted to use a coin with a pin through it placed over the chute deployment charge to set off a shotgun shell in the nose. Never did quite line up and work and the payload made everything horribly nose heavy.Modified nose cone... shotgun primer on the front, hollow it out and fill with ffg. Impact detonation. Later versions with primer and pin over the rocket motor so the separator charge meant to deploy the chute set it off. Impact t or time fuse..m
Ahhh the memories...
Cardboard disk with a blunted thumbtack... cut to inner diameter and smooth the edges; if it wants to tip stack a couple of layersI could never get those to work. My first version attempted to use a coin with a pin through it placed over the chute deployment charge to set off a shotgun shell in the nose. Never did quite line up and work and the payload made everything horribly nose heavy.
You're making me wish I had some land so I could cook up some of these ideas one more time....
Let's not forget the Baseball cards / Playing cards, clothes pin for that noise maker when the card hits the wheel spokes. Speaking of Baseball cards that came in a pack of bubblegum.Riding your Schwin Stingray bike, with a gas can on the nut buster bar, to the gas station, to buy gas for 35 cents so you could cut the grass or get your butt kicked when your dad got home from work. My dad never gave me a whippin' me but he could give me a look that made my butt hurt.
My sister and I pissed Mom off so bad one day she used the sprigs we brought her.My granny had a willow tree.. was told more than once to go and get my own switch, would come back with a sprug. But Granny always had "spares" in her umbrella holder by the door. not good...
-Snoopz
I grew up with 2 of these 3 options...Only 3 TV stations.
A party line telephone.
Affordable full auto weapons!
was all 3 options and to add affordable firearmsI grew up with 2 of these 3 options...