Jump house jello mosh orgy?? It´s all well and good till someone pukes....
ewwwwieee!
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Ironboots
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posted on 23/5/2002 at 04:34 AM
Yeah, moshing in a jump house is fun, but you fall down way too much.
Hopefully its not too crowded...
My school had a rock thingamajig last year where all the students´ bands
could come and play. Free admission, free food. It was wonderful. And
there´s two jumphouses in the corner! So naturally, being good catholic
school boys, we start hitting eachother in the jumphouse. The chaperones
didn´t like that (they never do... *sigh*) and so we had to jump ´civilly´.
I don´t even know why a person would put down two jumphouses for a concert,
and then tell the people they weren´t supposed to mess around in it. Bah!
But it is most certainly the funnest to mosh when the adults around you
don´t want you to. Then when they come to break it up, you get to
´accidentally´ elbow the vice principal. Or push your worst teacher ´by
mistake´
Sorry... I was off-topic...
Lincoln Logs, and Legos, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and gak! And a
little red firetruck car that I could pedal and ram into things. I loved that car.
Too bad the plastic all over it started cracking. (I wonder why? :roll:
)
To hell with electric plastic cars, my dad was all about gas powered
vehicles as soon as we could ride a bike. Four wheelers. Motorcycles. No
helmets as soon as mom drove out the driveway to work...I wonder why I
still have use of my legs
Probably cause kids are made of rubber.
I had the best father babysitter in the world. Large sharp knives to carve
pumpkins, rides to get popcicles on a hot summer day in his classic chevy
45 with suicide doors and no locks....watching fireworks on the roof on the
fourth of july (mom at work again), gas powered machines of death at
highspeeds (mom at work)...riding in the back window of his corvette (Hey,
I was too little for the front seat and there wasn´t another bucket seat in
the back, so hey...stick me in the window). Lying there in the window with
the t-top open to the summer sun and wind, picking my nose, waving at
cops....truck drivers blowing their horns at the little blonde girl with
her finger up her nostril in the back window of a t-top hotrod...*singing*
memoriEEESSS...
When dad babysat, we didn´t NEED toys...we had Stan "DANGER" ward to
entertain us
*sigh* sometimes I miss it... a lot.
I don´t fit in the back window anymore.
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Ironboots
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posted on 26/5/2002 at 10:07 AM
Electric plastic cars? Hell no! I didn´t get the crutch of using those! My
little red firetruck was pedal-powered! The best in its class! There WAS no
limit to how fast you could go! And if your father or someone else big was
pushing you, you learned to keep your feet up from the pedals! Man, that
was some fun stuff...
But that´s about the hight of thrill in my life. My parents never allowed
me to use fireworks (comes from their experiences as nurses... You see a
lot of stupid kids that do stupid things and get hurt) My parents frowned
on any jumping off things on a bicycle, even if it was just off the curb.
And they weren´t happy about me climbing the neighbor´s "climbing friendly"
tree, although they couldn´t enforce that rule.
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Devin
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posted on 27/5/2002 at 01:16 PM
Yes there was lots of bike jumping when I was little - but that wasn´t the
highlight of my suicidal or homicidal jumping. When I lived in colorado, I
got one of those snow mobile shaped sleds for christmas...
There was a nice steep hill / cliff right outside my house. After a little
snow construction and water (freezes quick in a colorado winter), I had
myself a nice little brother torturing machine. I´d lay my brother down on
the other side of the ramp, and zip down the cliff, and hope he was close
enuf to the ramp that I´d make it all the way over him. I never did land
on him, but I´m suprised now. And since he´s quite a bit bigger than me
now, I´m suprised he hasn´t taken revenge.
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Dolorosa
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posted on 27/5/2002 at 01:57 PM
It´s all about torn up cardboard boxes and steep grassy hillsides...with
jagged rocks at the bottom. Fondly do I remember my childhood trips to the
ER, after hurtling through the air at sublight speeds...I even saw jesus
once or twice afterwards. Jesus did not wear shoes...and he had big shiny
anime eyes, with sparkles...
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Ironboots
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posted on 28/5/2002 at 05:12 AM
Aww... when I was young I was made to be satisfied with just sitting in a
stationary cardboard box. I´d sit in it for hours. Sometimes I´d read.
Cardboard boxes are fun, and comfy.
The most death-defying stunts I did was swinging from this rope I had under
my carport (roofed open structure with cement floor used for sheltering
cars) When the cement got wet, it got very slippery. I´d swing down onto
the cement and skid on my feet across the carport... You get a good rush
doing that.
If you want real excitement, play football with a glass bottle.
Oh, so you got to be the big brother and torture your younger? I WAS the
younger sibling, and I got tortured BIG TIME. "Rug BEAT" (supposed to be
rugby, tho I was always the rug) and sledding behind a fourwheeler. My
sister took my sled over a tree. OVER. I had branches up my snowpant legs
when I reached the ground. Or when my sled tipped over and I was drug for
about a quarter mile UNDERNEATH on gravel and concrete...I SWEAR she knew
it flipped...
We were daredevils...I swear kids BOUNCE. After reminiscing over all our
stunts, I´m supprised even more than I have full use of my legs, arms, and
brain. Hell, that i´m ALIVE.
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Ironboots
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posted on 29/5/2002 at 05:33 AM
Older siblings rule!
Yeah, I used to ditch my brother like crazy. Its not his fault though....
He was always hanging out with my friends. So we´d ditch him. He never
learned...
And I used to get in fights all the time. I´m a fairly peaceful person, so
mostly its just him socking me in the shoulder and I just standing there.
(I´m innocent, I tell ya) But every now and then I throw him to the ground
and pin him. Once I put him through the kitchen window. Yep, through. And
not a scratch on my brother. Aren´t I talented? (forgive the grammar) Then
another time, I pinned him in a corner formed by the refrigerator and the
wall. Because of his squirming, I forced him into the little space between
the wall and the refrigerator. He got stuck, unable to move. That really
scared him. I laughed, and got my father to pull him out.
The only constant disagreement we have now is over my black. He says I
´lack sensibility´ because I like skirts and black nail polish. He ripped
my skirt once, even. That bugger.
Younger siblings are so much fun...
By the way, Dolo, check out the new title... We´re (cue the Tony Hawk
music) -xtreme- fanatics! Doesn´t that sound fun? We should act like
religious nuts more often though... Act the part, yes? Like handing out
flyers for shmeng, and creating altars to Devin with virgin priestesses
sitting on them, et cetera...
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necromancer
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posted on 29/5/2002 at 07:40 AM
i suspect that little brothers were created for torture... :-D :-D :-D
when i was young i performed all varieties of fun and cruel acts on my
little brother just to see what would happen --
one incident that sticks in my mind was when i was 8-ish and we had one of
those little red wagons that all kids love. i forced him to ride in that
wagon while i pulled him behind my horse at high speeds; he kept falling
out -- so, yep, i tied him to that little red wagon...while he
screamed.:razz:
but anyway, a year or so later, my parents had to sell the horses because
they couldn´t afford to keep them (or so they told me). and because my
brother and i were so upset that winter, my dad created a sleigh for us by
chaining a car hood upside down to his tractor. He pulled us through the
snow over fields, through woods, and even out on the country roads. ah,
the memories...
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posted on 29/5/2002 at 09:54 AM
I like the virgin priestesses idea. Fitting that they get brought up in the
toys forum.
Man, that´s why dads are fucking awesome...they´ll make anything out of
anything to see their kids smile...Hell, would mom make a sled out of a car
hood behind a tractor if you said you were bored? no, she´d tell you to
clean your room...DAD tho, at the thought of getting to disassemble
something, will JUMP at the opportunity...
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Ironboots
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posted on 31/5/2002 at 05:50 AM
Speaking of making stuff, I had this awesome play house. It was a two story
blood-brown house, with a ladder to the second story balcony. The first
story was usually where we just kept our junk, and it frustrated my dad
that we couldn´t keep it neat and tidy. But the second story balcony thing,
that was fun. I´d stand there, in the wind, watching the sun set, and
pretend I´m a fierce sailor, just like Dolo.
Or I´d use it to snipe at my brother with our limited array of nerf guns
and waterpistols. I loved supersoakers... Also, since the playhouse was
right next to the real house, I´d collect the sediment that was deposited
in the rain gutters on the roof, believing they were special...
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Dolorosa
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posted on 31/5/2002 at 06:01 AM
Extreme Fanatic huh? Yeah baby! Guess you get it at a solid two hundred or
so...must make more inane comments!! I just recently bought the old GI Joe
helicopter thing...and already I´ve pissed off half the command. Anywho...me and
the Blonde Girl have a couple new toys too...she stole my favorite dog
collar! It´s alright though...looks cuter on her, and it´s functional
too...ahh yes, kid toys are grand, but Naughty toys are just that much more
fun. :lol:
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Ironboots
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posted on 1/6/2002 at 09:40 AM
ah yes... naughty toys... Too bad I don´t have many of those.... *frowns*
But being underage and living under your parent´s roof isn´t exactly
conducive to that sort of fun. Unless you have a liberal parent, of course.
Liberal parents are so fun.
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posted on 1/6/2002 at 12:23 PM
I still remember my favorite toy of all time as a kid had to be "the gap"
not the store, but the semi-physical thing that lay between my friend´s
reality and mine. Most often it came into existance when a tree grew to far
from something high off the ground to be reached while standing, but too
close to resist a flying jump at. I still remember nearly giving one friend
a heart attack after leaping off a bridge that had to be 50 feet off the
ground to grab the tip of the tree that was maybe two yards away. My
initial idea was to ride the thing down as it bent and gracefully let go at
the bottom leaving the tree to spring back up into form and swat my friends
who were still standing at the top of the bridge gape-mouthed. Sadly, the
tree only bent about halfway, and I had to hang there for a good ten
minutes while I tryied to decide where to put my feet when i landed on the
dry river bed below. I would have hunh there longer, but at that point the
tree broke and I landed rolling like mad to keep the top of the tree from
falling on me. Good times though. And Bettie: I so agree, kids are made of
silly putty and the center of golfballs. Booooing!
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Ironboots
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posted on 2/6/2002 at 04:37 PM
The centers of golfballs are hard, smelly stuff. I used a saw to cut one
open, once. And the centers don´t taste good, either. I advise eating
golfballs whole. Don´t chew them or you´ll experience the bad-tasting
center.