It's not that were "rednecks " we just like blowing stuff up
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Mad welshmen and women. Were you trying to replicate the show at The Millenium Stadium?
If you were real rednecks at least one would have maimed for life and the rest would have lost at least one of the half dozen teeth you had left. Then the party would have started!! JIM
Then the party would have started!!
Or the fighting
Tony.
Or the fighting
Tony.
So where's the "still" live then Tickle ?
Tony.
We "used" to do that with a latex glove and some Oxy-Acetylene, getting the mixture just right was a bit trial and error. Oops, there's that phrase again.
Tony.
We "used" to do that with a latex glove and some Oxy-Acetylene, getting the mixture just right was a bit trial and error. Oops, there's that phrase again.
By that definition we are rednecks.A horse knocked a bunch of my teeth out,My daughter who's not the least like me cut half her thumb off with a rifle (don't ask),my mate broke his leg trying to jump our duck pond in his Fiesta,the list goes on.one thing we don't do is fighting
Light the gas, get the mix right ,put it out .then fill you barrel then ,this is the important bit find a very very long match.
Very true mate, we "used" to use a trail of brake cleaner as the remote.
Tony.
Bloody noisy in the middle of town mind you, bet if it happened these days the bomb squad would descend.
Tony.
Bloody noisy in the middle of town mind you, bet if it happened these days the bomb squad would descend.
That's how I seat the bead on our quad or lawnmower tyre, over did it once bloody mower jumped a meter in the air. Peed a littleVery true mate, we "used" to use a trail of brake cleaner as the remote.
Tony.
Bloody noisy in the middle of town mind you, bet if it happened these days the bomb squad would descend.
Still on topic, I checked!! We used to fill 4L empty jugs with O-A and pull a spark plug and stick it in the neck and wait for our buddy to turn the key!! Scares the crap out of the unsuspecting bas/::;;ds!!! JIM
One of the loudest indoor booms I ever heard was when I worked at the Talbot Dealership in Gainsborough years ago. On a Wednesday afternoon the general manager took the afternoon off as he worked every Saturday till tea time. Anyway, this particular Wednesday my mate was cutting some metal with his 9" angle grinder forgetting that we had had a battery on fast charge on a new Peugeot 505. I was in the office when I heard a very loud explosion and when I went out the office I saw pieces of plastic floating down to the ground. We (3 of us) spent the whole afternoon washing and polishing the said 505 as it was being delivered the next morning.
Tony.
Tony.
I guess my redneck days truly began when I was in Jr High. I took some zinc pieces and put it into a jar with holes punched in the top and added muratic acid put the lid on and lite a match. Blew the lid off, shook the whole house. When my Dad came running into the basement screaming "what the F was that I told him it was an experiment for chemistry class as homework. He told me to take it outside but I couldn't because my hand was numb for hours and I wouldn't have been able to light the match. My first Hydrogen Bomb!!
Well then I guess my first explosion was a 12 gauge shotgun cartridge, opened up and shot removed (see we weren't that stupid!) mounted in the vice in dad's shed at the back of the house and tapped with a hammer and nail and BOOM !!! I think my poor dear old mum nearly had an accident, she was NOT impressed.
Tony.
Tony.
A little later than this when I was an apprentice agricultural engineer one of the older (more sensible? ) guys told of a story when he worked up in Fleetwood Lancs. the "boys" used to lay a fully loaded Oxygen bottle on the keyside and then smashed the tap off with a sledge hammer sending the Oxy bottle off out to sea like a torpedo.
Tony.
ps. Only a story, honest!
Tony.
ps. Only a story, honest!
Shortly after we moved into our custom built home on ten acres we started finding the leaves disappearing from my wife's plants and of course blamed Damon who was five at the time. He swore it wasn't him. Then one day came home to our locked house to find all the speaker wires had been cut. Tried to figure out who I'd pi$$d off that they would do this. Then I noticed the styrofoam insulation around the bottom all around the basement was being chewed and scratched. So I knew we had a critter living somewhere in the house and I checked the stereo wires and sure enough found teeth marks. My in laws were out one weekend so we went down to see if we could find the little devil. Well I pulled up one side of a bed-sofa and there was the biggest rat I'd ever seem with the bottom box filled with treasures and horse feed we had in the basement. Went upstairs where my MIL was sitting knitting and took out my 12 gauge and loaded it and headed back down stairs, my FIL opened the bed and I shot that dirty rat dead! It weighed 18 pounds and had a tail about 16" long. Carried it upstairs to get it out of the house and there was my MIL with a horrified look on her face! She though I had shot the FIL and was coming for her. Talk about redneck like use of a weapon. although if I was a real redneck we would have roasted the rat. The thing was our 2 Irish Setters slept on that sofa downstairs every night. So that's my story and I'm sticking to the topic again!!
The local builder suppliers.First stop if you run out of 12 gauge shells in a Zombie appocolipse.(you should all teach your children this)
View: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nYfoorlOZm0
I am deaf in my right ear because of playing with gun powder when I was very young. My father heard the explosion 200 yards away in the house, came running out and clipped me round the ear for trying to kill myself and my brother. The explosion left a seriously big crater in the field.
Once shot a rat with a big Rifle. not a large rat, vaporised it
Mike
Once shot a rat with a big Rifle. not a large rat, vaporised it
Mike
Like the rat story but your redneck explosion not so much. Did your Dad apologize for deafening you with the cuff on the ear! If it had been the other side you wouldn't have to hear the Mrs. On your drive arounds!! JIM