Posted on 09/28/2017 10:10:22 AM PDT by Gamecock
Well, if it wasn’t a Tuesday, then it doesn’t count.
I wrote the rules on the Bottle Rocket Blast Game.
Half of NASCAR lives in Iredell county...in mega-mansions on Lake Norman.
Ooops. Pyrotechnics aren’t my best thing.
I still got hit in the head, which is the important thing.
You should have called in artillery to suppress that anti-ATV fire.
We do at my family reunion.
My cousin Kevin has an old 12 Pounder that he loads up with nails and rocks and fires it into the line at the beer tent.
He doesn’t like to wait long for beer.
< shrug >
Facts is facts.
“HEY! Lookahere. Off-cer, you can’t come on a man’s property an’ tell him he cain’t burn his own car on his own property. This is ‘merica, by God, and if I want to burn my car up on my property, I’ll burn my car up on my property. Hey, waitaminit. Why’re you grabbin’ my wrist? What? No! Ow, ow, ow! Lucinda Nell, git that lawyer’s number off the TV and tell him to call me.....”
It’s not a fun party if you don’t get hit in the head.
Best friend's daughter was operating that mortar, one of
those messed up treaty situations. Besides, I've sufficient armor
on my head to sustain that level of fire.
I even told her it was a good shot.
I bet they would be fun to know.
Were they listening to “METHTALLICA”?
Not the sharpest Messers in the drawer, apparently.
Ouch!
Looks like when they drink beer they don't mess around.
What a mess!
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