The Original O'l Farts Club.

[buzzmobile]

Brought it around, lined up on the centerline... and landed kewl as you please. Even had enuf to taxi off on the first ramp to clear the runway.

 

[buzzmobile]

FFS ! this crushed me when I heard Chewy say it

I enjoyed that movie better than the other one, @jokerman.

It made me laugh.

It made me cry.

It moved me.


Hope that helps.

 

[buzzmobile]

I love electricity

That first dood was speaking Wookie.

 

[jokerman]

Hey!! Gotta brag: I wuz soloing with 8 hours flying time at Boca Raton Airplane Patch in a Cessna 152 (AKA: Spam Can).

Was gonna practice touch-and-goes. Was on the downwind leg of my first T&G, and the engine went (*KILKONK*) and I had a fine view of my non-moving propeller.

Radioed in the blind that I had an engine fail and was turning final. A Spam Can with a single passenger approximates a glider pretty well, so I had lotsa time and 1000' of air.

Brought it around, lined up on the centerline... and landed kewl as you please. Even had enuf to taxi off on the first ramp to clear the runway.

They threw a party for me, announcing I had a "Chevron". The back of my shirt went up on the wall with the date and my signature. Several of the guys told me they were jealous -- they'd been flying for thousands of hours and did not have a chevron.

So doan you worry about trubble with the plane. Just buy one and I will fly the sumbitch fer ya.

We havent resolved any possible or future altercations with any snakes at this time

 

[jokerman]

This made me cry

 

[Unca Walt]

I needed to clean one of my suppressors that I received not too long ago, so I’m out on the back porch, tearing it down, and I was quite surprised to find 20 single pieces comprised the suppressor interior… lots of little pucks… I love the way they make on firearm sound

(envy) I have never fired a suppressed weapon. Would love to, but it is too much hassle from a standing start.

 

[buzzmobile]

This made me cry

You're not doing it right.

 

[Unca Walt]

In eloquence too of course.

Donchu go be callin' Big no eloquent. He's skinny.

 

[Unca Walt]

By 15 or 16 I was enduring a period of being busted every other month, and the local vice cops in SW Michigan were to the point of implicit misrepresentations in court, making efforts to have me waived to an adult facility, and my having a pretty good idea of what that would mean for a long-haired youngster in love beads.

The final hint of a pending set-up on a kilo buy of brick weed after I'd abstained from business for about 6 months told me that all of the battles I'd won representing myself in court were about to cost me the war in the end, and I left with everything I could pack that I thought I might need in the north, and took a Grey Hound bus up to Marquette, Michigan, after a long night's good-bye party with friends, to find an old man out in the Yellow Dog Plains of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, off-grid and a ways down old logging roads..

I never got popped again. Not that there weren't extremely close calls, and some repeated, ignorant, goofy even, poorly-thought-out efforts on my part.

In all, geographic changes rarely help to avoid what we carry with us, but once Johnny Law has that proverbial stick 'em tape on your forehead, identifying you as a frequent flyer, and they are looking at you routinely no matter who's around you, sometimes a new zip code can provide the reprieve that's needed to make a break in a string of questionable outcomes.

Clean adult record, and later went to undergrad, then grad school, raised three kids, built a very warm and tight home, and learned to be a little bit smarter in high-risk endeavors.

Crikey. Every fargin time I get to thinkin' I've been around the block...

My experiences were so totally different. I think it may have been the microcosm I grew up in. Upstate farm boy cum Long Islander. Military family for 11 generations.

I've seen the elephant... except here in the USA that is; where I have been absolutely unaware of a completely different culture.

Fascinating.

 

[SubGirl]

I can only find my grade school pictures that they took every year in school.
I have a picture every grade up to third grade. , two forth grade pictures a fifth, a sixth, two sevenths and a half an eighth grade picture.

I’ll take a look at that 5th grade pic. Boys are ugliest and stinky at that age. .

 

[Unca Walt]

don't get me started about how rude people get...I make sure they know how I feel if they are disrespectful to me or others...when I have Dutch by my side I command him to sound off if someone slights me...never got anything but looks in return...

When I am in a supermarket and I accidentally get in somebody's way, I will say:

"Sorry. I drive the same way."

It always gets a smile instead of a frown.

 

[SubGirl]

Ha ha.....sounds like we are a bunch of "Grumpy Old Men"....

yep yall are

 

[SubGirl]

Yeah, I've been thrashing myself ever since learning of your med condition... jeez... Sent you a mango cake. I din' know at the time.

I’m sure he splurged on the cake Walt. I know we did.

 

[Unca Walt]

I find it in urban or semi-urban settings, as though people have been taught to fear each other, regardless of age.

I intervened in some hooligans' shenanigans one night in Toronto, Ontario, at a trolley station at Queen St. and Lake Shore Dr., when I was down visiting some old friends from the Yukon Territory, winter of '81/'82 on my way to pick up some lbs. of Colombian weed and a bit over a lb. of hash in SW Michigan.

Buggers were clearly from money, based on attire, and drunk, and had been out of control on the trolley that dropped us at the station we were waiting at.

On the way there they'd been urinating in the aisle of the trolley, despite it being somewhat filled for that late hour of the night. Probably a Friday or weekend, though I'm not sure.

We'd left the Nags Head bar in the mall there after twisting some spliffs with hash at our table and being a bit flagrant painting papers with oil. Leaving before being asked to do so.

The hooligans focused on an older homeless gent who was trying to sleep on a hardwood bench inside the station, like some scene out of Clockwork Orange, opening up his little duffle and going through his things, as he sat scrunched into the corner of the bench he'd been sleeping on, cowering in fear. Three of them stretching his clothing out and mocking him.

My buddy's significant other, also a friend from the Hippie School in the Yukon Territory, was about 6-months pregnant.

I looked inside and saw the harassment and bullying, and I said to my friend, "What do you say we go in there and be super-heroes, Umby?"

He was concerned about possible blow-back re. his significant other being pregnant.

A non-violent intervention took place, with me merely encroaching on the bastards' space, up close and personal, inches between us, and they disbanded... for the time-being.

Must've been 30 people, all in all, leaning against lockers, etc., in that station, and not a goddamned one of them said anything to the punks. They all stared at the walls or ceiling and pretended it wasn't happening.

I lectured the by-standers after the fact about how many of them would likely vote to incarcerate me for smoking or selling cannabis, and here they'd sat and watched this nonsense go down, perpetrated against an old homeless man.. I told them that I spit on all of them.

Fear of strangers, the unknown, etc., has largely killed any sense of humanity or decency where it's often needed most. Even just in acknowledging someone holding the door for you or making eye contact in the grocery store. Or watching an elderly homeless person being tormented while trying to stay warm on a winter's night.

The woods are a good place to be anymore. Always were, but now-a-days they're even better.

Awright, NOW ya triggered me.

I was in a Publix parking lot, walking back to my car after pushing the cart into the storage place, and saw an frail old lady with a bundle walking on the sidewalk.

A guy zooms past me, screeches to a halt, and blows his horn at the old lady. She damn' near fell over.

So I walked on over to the asshole's car, reached in and took his keys out of the ignition. Turned and threw them way the hell out of the parking lot and into a four-way intersection.

I looked at the guy. He sat there and never said a word.

My darling wifelet, who was with me, loves to tell that story.

 

[jokerman]

I’ll take a look at that 5th grade pic. Boys are ugliest and stinky at that age. .

absolutely compared to girls.
some girls grow into it

 

[dogzter]

All my guns are loaded. My Daddy would not let me have a BB-gun. He DID let me save up for an $11.95 J.C.Higgins single-shot .22.

Black powder season: A guy pulls his BP rifle toward him by the barrel from the seat of his truck. Dead.

OOPS... Truth Button Alarm!! My Black Powder guns are not loaded (duh).

I couldn't have a BB gun either.
Had a 22 and a 410 before I was 8.
I could take those to the woods down the street and shoot if I wanted.............weird rule.

 

[bigsur51]

good morning

good to see everyone all jizzed up on coffee and weed this morning

 

[Putembk]

Morning OFC

I spend the first 30 minutes of my morning catching up on here. Lots better than the crap we see on a news paper.

 

[Unca Walt]

I couldn't have a BB gun either.
Had a 22 and a 410 before I was 8.
I could take those to the woods down the street and shoot if I wanted.............weird rule.

Not weird at all. My Daddy knew sure as shootin' that I would sooner or later pop a kid with a BB-gun, knowing it would annoy rather than injure.

And that very likely would make big trouble for him... which would then most ricky-tick roll downhill to me. So he was saving me from being a firearm loser.

My graduation present for Puck was a GI-issue .45.

 

[dogzter]

Seems the head of the AZ gop quit his job yesterday which would seem to 100% confirm das tape..........still gonna pay your taxes?