shakin
Gold Member
hay maker am i the only one who wants one of the slingshots man that looks like fun im 40 and should know better but man that looks like fun.
hay maker am i the only one who wants one of the slingshots man that looks like fun im 40 and should know better but man that looks like fun.
Very, very, very low-risk to me. Not even worth a second-thought.
Does anyone see humor in his response once you notice his username?![]()
Some one said it might not be all that bad to have the kids sit in the bucket for some pictures as long as the engine was off. Ok so let's create that scenario. Friends are over with a number of kids and the idea comes up that it would be good to get some pictures of the kids sitting in the tractor bucket. So you seat a number of kids in the bucket, grab your camera, walk about 15 to 20 feet in front of the tractor to a good a spot to take the picture, you turn to take the picture just in time to see the bucket crash to the ground as it crushes and breaks a number of feet and legs. What you didn't know was going to happen was that
There was a thunderstorm brewing off over the horizon. A 747 fully laden with nuns returning from Spring Break is struck by lightening and caught by a tremendous updraft at 23k feet. But, do not fret, the nuns actually turn out fine.... at least until confessions come about. Anyway, back on topic, the combination of the two sudden attacks on the plane jar loose one of the two screws holding the planes license plate (which coincidentally says "Heathens" on it) on and it tumbles and falls, sparkling in the fresh post rain sunlight, pushed around by the winds. It spirals and gains speed until finally it impacts with the cuddly skull of a squirrel whom was innocently cramming that last acorn into his overfilled stash of winter snackings. The poor defenseless little critter is knocked senseless and stumbles to-and-fro before falling face first into the oak branch he stands on. His acorn drops, bounces and pinballs 4 or 5 times from branch to branch, before finally smacking that huge wasp nest you've been meaning to remove ever since you put it there and poked it with a stick the last time your mother-in-law came over to critisi... err.... visit. The hornets buzz and swarm wildly like a b-29 squadron over downtown Strokendorf and head for the nearest living thing..... The lady next door (you know, the cotail waitress with the Dolly Parton wig?) who came over to take the family picture for you, whom is currently primming her nails. She screams and freaks, gyrating like Steve Austins' X29 experimental aircraft, throwing the nail clippers she was deftly utilizing just a few milliseconds ago, and they strike squarely onto that hydraulic line to the boom of your FEL that you unknowingly had cut while shoving that last vacuum cleaners salesman's car (with said annoying salesman stuffed in trunk along with his SuperSucker 5000 LTD) into the large crevasse you dug in the back yard under the guise of "I was told you have install the septic tank in moonlight for best leveling". The line fails, the boom drops...... And now you know.... the REST of the story....
A simple "do not touch any levers" and a slap of the hand if attempted would suffice in most situations.
My brain hurts.....
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