Posted on 04/12/2014 6:32:44 PM PDT by MNDude
My mom got very upset at me for something or another, and, towering over my 8 year old frame, said, "You son of a bitch."
I pondered that for a second, and replied, "Mom. Let's think about that sentence for a second, shall we?"
I got beat, harder.
It seems to have recovered in the intervening 40 years.
So are you saying I was not the only dumb ass to do such things?
These restaurants were identifiable by the price being posted outside in neon numbers, such as Y1500 (I don’t have a yen sign on my keyboard.) But for 1500 yen or whatever the price was, you’d be seated at your own table. Against a wall near the kitchen was grated shelves with diffrent cuts and strips of meat. You just went up with a plate and took out what you wanted to cook. There was a hibachi built into your table and you brought your meat back and put it on the hibachi and grilled everything to your satisfaction. Seasonings were at the table or you could ask for something if it wasn’t there. You could order side dishes as well and delicious Japanese beer.
It is a single lane bridge on a very rural road that all the Trentonites that work at the women's prison in Clinton, NJ use as their "shortcut". 5 years ago there were rumblings that the County Engineer wanted to blow 2 million bucks on a new bridge there... which made no sense as it was a very isolated spot, the road took a 90° bend right next to the bridge, and there was an abandoned railroad grade there too... the road was a country road good for 35.
All it really needed was a fresh coat of white paint. The neighbor's used to put up hanging baskets of begonias hanging from the trusses... it was very quaint... peaceful.
Last time I was home I saw they started work on the new bridge. The old structure was gone... and here they are blow MILLIONS in tax revenue when all it needed was 5 gallons of white paint and a couple drunks on mischief night.
After (1.1 Million Dollars in grant money was spent):
Actually looks nice... but, still, that was a lot more than a few gallons of paint.
LOL!
ROTFLMAO!!!
Very good one.
Wow! Guardian angel at work there.
Just click the report abuse button and have the bad one removed. I suffered thru that before you fixed it! lol
Sounds like a great way to have a meal.
Isn’t that funny? So totally in character for the Japanese to practice even civil disobedience with careful deference to social order.
It was! Even going to a regular restaurant was a treat. We sat on the floor at low tables and ate our food.
This wasn't a chintzy gate, (hate to think what it would cost in materiel these days), but a large double gate, sturdy, with heavy timber.
Someone in the neighborhood had acquired a massive inner tube from a piece of heavy equipment, it was about 7 or 8 foot tall, extremely heavy, there was about 15 of us teens gathered around.
I came up with the bright idea, "Let's roll this down the street towards that gate." "Yeah !" The crowd shouted with enthusiasm. Ready, set, go ! Perfect, really rolling, straight and true. Right on target.
Kaboom ! A thunderous crash ! Dust, boards and who knows what else went flying up in a cloud.
The owner of the house, a gent with the surname Prinz, came out shouting in a mixture of English and some foreign language.
The 15 or so kids gathered at the top of the hill scattered. The next day as our father was driving us home from school, we passed by the scene of the crime.
He slowed down and I got my first good look at the damage. The gate had been destroyed, wiped out, posts and all, a good 10 feet of fencing taken out as well.
My father says, "Wonder what happened here, did somebody lose their brakes coming down the hill?" I slunk as low as I could and didn't say a word. Now, my father was a policeman in the next town over. A week or so goes by and out of the blue my dad says to me, "I checked with the county sheriff, it wasn't a car crash but some kids rolled a huge inner tube down the street." The tube had burst during the crash. My dad says, "Yeah, the guy's pissed and wants to press charges, you know anything about this?" Gulp.
I don't know if he was expecting an answer or if he knew. I babbled something to the effect, "Kids, huh?" He said something about those kids were lucky some poor sap hadn't turned on to the street when the inner tube was barreling down, because the sheriff would actually have to investigate it where now it's being handled as a prank or mischief.
Thought they looked grand in the morning.
Took some nerve and stupidity to let the fuze burn down short to make sure it detonated in the air.
First few did not go off in the air as you might expect burning with a full fuze, and landed who knows where to piss someone off. Not our intent, honest. We wanted the aerial thunder. Looked great at night too. No one knew where it came from or what was going on.
Cops did show up after a while but we were done and done.
So YOU are the one. DHS has been looking for you. I am collecting a sweet, sweet reward for turning you in!
Well, they did start chaining and padlocking the cans down. No sensayuma.
Not me, but an older brother of a friend; glued, taped and nailed a bunch of crap to a block of wood. Wires, antennas, buttons, lights - whatever. It was his “mom-control device”.
We’re out playing in their front yard and the mom comes out to yell at him (she was nasty) to get back inside to clean his room.
He takes his device, and in his best robot voice says “Mommy - you will clean my room now.” Even 4 years younger than him I knew that was a stupid move.
She grabbed the first thing she could find in the toy-strewn yard - a Wilson tennis racket. Beat him silly with it until the bracket broke.
Years later she ended up in the nuthouse, and the older boy in prison.
For sure. You had lots of company - I suspect even more than people are owning up to, although I was surprised at how many stories involved fires.
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