When I was 14 years old, we went to tip over this guys shithouse. This other buddy of ours. We all got behind it and this one kid fell in the shit that was in the pit. Even though it was made of wood it wouldn’t shatter. We made the kid that fell in the shit sit on the bumper of the car. And we made him take off all his clothes and we threw him in a crick.

Back in my dads time. People would take apart and reassemble wagons on top of the barn at night and the guy would say how the hell did that happen when he woke up in the morning. Back then you didnt have computers to keep you occupied at night. So these types of pranks were played on people once and a while.

My daughter pstalker was always was sticking her finger in something. We were up north in that farm. When we bought it there was a basement that was half full and flooded of water. So I drained it all with a pump. And bought this cream separator. Doug was out there churning it and goofing off. pstalker stuck her finger in it. And it took off a chunk off the end of her finger.

On another occasion she climbed a tree and fell and got spiked on her leg someplace (she still has a scar today)

One time I was hitchhiking down in the south when I was a teenager. I got in the back seat of this Chevrolet and this old woman was driving it with her daughter and I thought she looked real nice. Pretty soon she rolled down the window and she gave a big spit out the window (snuff spit). And it went all over the window next to me and my opinion of her changed immediately. Funny how I was attracted to her, but then minutes later, that all changed.

My dad took us kids in 1932 (kidnapped us from our mother). We ended out in Alabama out in the hills. We stayed I this old lady’s house and she would sit there in a rocking chair. She chewed snuff and she would spit it into the fire and it would make a huge noise.

I also remember at the time when we were hiding from the sherrif, there were these mud slides out there by the river. We had a great time on them, even the colored people had one down by the other side of the river. Sadly these white guys put razor blades in their mud . . . Read More..

I remember that we used to have these toys called "Food Fighters". Kevin and I had a huge amount of toys. I think that we had just about every food fighter. These action figures were a staple in our catapult game.