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Posted on 4/26/16 at 11:03 pm to WhopperDawg
Posted on 4/26/16 at 11:03 pm to WhopperDawg
I stuck my weiner on a frozen telephone pole when i was 13 after watching Jackass. Bout the most stupidest thing ive done 
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Posted on 4/26/16 at 11:49 pm to BeefDawg
Beefdawg...that's some funny shite.
I have a few.
I cant remember if it was shrooms or X, but I was messed up and decided to walk back to my condo by five points from downtown. Completely trashed, I got to BM and the track and noticed all the track shite was up ...including the mats and high jump bar....also enough of the lights were on to see. That was too much to pass up on so I snuck out on the track to try my skills at the high jump. I set the bar at something like head high.....got back and did my best attempt at a high jump.
It wasn't as easy as it looked. I went through the bar and landed on the mat....which had about 6 inches of standing water because it rained earlier that evening and I didn't notice. Needless to say I couldnt have been more wet if I fell into a swimming pool. I stumbled up the street to the pay phone (this was 1991) and called my roommate to come get my dumb wet arse.
I have a few.
I cant remember if it was shrooms or X, but I was messed up and decided to walk back to my condo by five points from downtown. Completely trashed, I got to BM and the track and noticed all the track shite was up ...including the mats and high jump bar....also enough of the lights were on to see. That was too much to pass up on so I snuck out on the track to try my skills at the high jump. I set the bar at something like head high.....got back and did my best attempt at a high jump.
It wasn't as easy as it looked. I went through the bar and landed on the mat....which had about 6 inches of standing water because it rained earlier that evening and I didn't notice. Needless to say I couldnt have been more wet if I fell into a swimming pool. I stumbled up the street to the pay phone (this was 1991) and called my roommate to come get my dumb wet arse.
Posted on 4/27/16 at 4:15 am to RunLindsayRun
I was 19 years old,it was a Thanksgiving night,bored as hell,so I called up a buddy to see if he wanted to go to a club in Buckhead called the spot. A few scotch and water's later,I looked at the dance floor and saw an old high school buddy dancing with some chick. I ran out there,jumped on his back,started hitting him in the arm,and said it was so good to see him.......it wasn't him
Posted on 4/27/16 at 4:21 am to SquatchDawg
Anyone remember back in the late 80's,early 90's,when X was everywhere around Athens??? I'm not a druggie,but everybody would take a hit at the same time,and it was funny as shite to see the different reactions people would have,that stuff would frick you up big time.......lol
Posted on 4/27/16 at 7:56 am to Dick Leverage
I went to Auburn on a recruiting trip. What an idiot.
Posted on 4/27/16 at 4:36 pm to Dick Leverage
Painted a warehouse office on Fulton Industrial for a pound of pot...rag weed but my buddy and I were 16 and that big ole bag of pot could've been a bag of lawn clippings for all the girls at the Timezone could care when we showed it to them....
Anyway the guy we painted for of course didn't have the pot on him...do they ever? So we had to go to his house in Virginia Highlands to get paid. It is about 11 oclock at this point and when we get to his house he breaks out the Thai Sticks and we proceed to smoke 4 of them between midnight and about 230 when my buddy and the guy we painted for get at odds with one another because my buddy suggests the three of us do the guys wife...who seems into it but he wasn't...so any way here are 2 Cobb County kids in Virginia Highlands, 3 o'clock in the morning, stoned on Thai weed and driving home...of course we bet lost in SW Atlanta and can't find our way home and we see some people going into a some sort of business so we decide we will go ask directions...turns out to be one of Atlanta's notorious after hours clubs...we didn't know...and one frequented by an all black clientele who were all drug dealers apparently....I swear to god the place had a sliding portal on the front door and when you knocked the bouncer slid the door open to see who it was...obviously we weren't getting in but while trying a couple of patrons well known to the place showed up and told the bouncer to let us in...so here we are, 16 years old, white in SW Atlanta, still pretty stoned...enough so that it seemed normal...in a under the radar all night gangster club....with drinks being bought for us by every person in the house, lots of flirtations by the older women in the place and finally leaving about 9 AM.....bad drunk, still lost and already a half hour late for school....I still bet we are the only people who ever left that club and headed straight to school....
Almost as bad as the night my 70 year old Dad and I decide to drink Absinthe (the real mcoy, not the shite they sale in the states) while we watch LSU beat Ohio State in the NCG with a bunch of expat coon asses at a sports bar in London.....
Anyway the guy we painted for of course didn't have the pot on him...do they ever? So we had to go to his house in Virginia Highlands to get paid. It is about 11 oclock at this point and when we get to his house he breaks out the Thai Sticks and we proceed to smoke 4 of them between midnight and about 230 when my buddy and the guy we painted for get at odds with one another because my buddy suggests the three of us do the guys wife...who seems into it but he wasn't...so any way here are 2 Cobb County kids in Virginia Highlands, 3 o'clock in the morning, stoned on Thai weed and driving home...of course we bet lost in SW Atlanta and can't find our way home and we see some people going into a some sort of business so we decide we will go ask directions...turns out to be one of Atlanta's notorious after hours clubs...we didn't know...and one frequented by an all black clientele who were all drug dealers apparently....I swear to god the place had a sliding portal on the front door and when you knocked the bouncer slid the door open to see who it was...obviously we weren't getting in but while trying a couple of patrons well known to the place showed up and told the bouncer to let us in...so here we are, 16 years old, white in SW Atlanta, still pretty stoned...enough so that it seemed normal...in a under the radar all night gangster club....with drinks being bought for us by every person in the house, lots of flirtations by the older women in the place and finally leaving about 9 AM.....bad drunk, still lost and already a half hour late for school....I still bet we are the only people who ever left that club and headed straight to school....
Almost as bad as the night my 70 year old Dad and I decide to drink Absinthe (the real mcoy, not the shite they sale in the states) while we watch LSU beat Ohio State in the NCG with a bunch of expat coon asses at a sports bar in London.....
This post was edited on 4/27/16 at 4:40 pm
Posted on 4/27/16 at 4:43 pm to ugasickem
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You son of a bitch. So you really are a yellow jacket? go Trojans! Glad that wasn't me. I lived nearby
go trojans, my man
the shite ive gotten into up and down shallowford
This post was edited on 4/27/16 at 4:45 pm
Posted on 4/27/16 at 4:44 pm to SCDawg
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I stuck my weiner on a frozen telephone pole when i was 13 after watching Jackass. Bout the most stupidest thing ive done
When I was 13 or so I read in the Penthouse forum about this ole boy fricking a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese...being 13 I was very intrigued by the thought...so I decide to give it a try. The story didn't mention letting that shite cool off...I can't cook Kraft Mac and Cheese to this day without remembering the pain of sticking my pecker in that smoldering hot concoction....
Posted on 4/27/16 at 6:05 pm to germandawg
I just got done watch american pie and was 11 years old remember the scene jim was humping a apple pie? That was me
Posted on 4/27/16 at 7:00 pm to Dick Leverage
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Dumb things you did as a teen
your mama
ok I still act 16
Posted on 4/27/16 at 8:27 pm to SCDawg
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I just got done watch american pie and was 11 years old remember the scene jim was humping a apple pie? That was me
That was some more funny scene...and a funny movie. Not exactly made for my demographic but it was very well made...and the band camp stuff was true...those band kids work their asses off but they have waaaayyyyy more fun than we did playing football..win or lose our bus rides home were not only a bunch of sweating, stinking boys but a steady tirade of cussing and screaming from coaches....luckily for us the only schools outside of Cobb County we could play during the regular season was Douglas County and Lithia Springs so our bus rides were pretty short.
We got our asses kicked by Moultrie in a state playoff game though in my sophmore year and I think I still suffer from the hearing loss incurred on that bus ride....
I played 9th grade JV Football at Cass high in Cartersville when I was in the 8th grade and we went on hours long bus rides....and those coaches had themselves a TIME chewing arse....I seriously thought the offensive line coach had an anuerysm coming home from Summerville one night....he actually passed out from screaming and ranting so much.....
This post was edited on 4/27/16 at 8:30 pm
Posted on 4/27/16 at 9:38 pm to Dick Leverage
When I was 17 a friend of mine who attended uga had a bunch of us come up for a party which was great but 6-7 keg stands and multiple shots later I was gonna walk back to his apartment and got lost. Sat down to take a break and passed out in someones yard. The next morning my wake up call was an angry 50ish man with a water hose spraying directly up my nose which made me jump up as I was gagging and gasping for air. I threw up as I tried to get the hell outta his yard as he yelled the cops are on the way. So now I'm walking through athens soaking wet and covered in vomit. I eventually found the apartment but had to sit at the door till everyone woke up around noon. Good times 
Posted on 4/27/16 at 9:42 pm to RunLindsayRun
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Why hogansville bro? Lived in troup county my entire life and never went that route
shite man we were just trying to get some pussy. Never been back to that shithole though.
Posted on 4/27/16 at 9:58 pm to germandawg
quote:Ive been on the receiving end of a few of those i played Lacrosse my senior year in highschool and my coach punched a hole through the drawing board.
That was some more funny scene...and a funny movie. Not exactly made for my demographic but it was very well made...and the band camp stuff was true...those band kids work their asses off but they have waaaayyyyy more fun than we did playing football..win or lose our bus rides home were not only a bunch of sweating, stinking boys but a steady tirade of cussing and screaming from coaches....luckily for us the only schools outside of Cobb County we could play during the regular season was Douglas County and Lithia Springs so our bus rides were pretty short.
We got our asses kicked by Moultrie in a state playoff game though in my sophmore year and I think I still suffer from the hearing loss incurred on that bus ride....
I played 9th grade JV Football at Cass high in Cartersville when I was in the 8th grade and we went on hours long bus rides....and those coaches had themselves a TIME chewing arse....I seriously thought the offensive line coach had an anuerysm coming home from Summerville one night....he actually passed out from screaming and ranting so much.....
Posted on 4/28/16 at 12:42 am to germandawg
A buddy of mine was getting married and we had his bachelor party in Atlanta. This is all circa 1996 or so. We hit all the strip joints and when we got back to the hotel everybody but me and a friend passed out. We talked about what we could do at 2 am and he said the strippers told him that they all went to Backstreets in Buckhead. We went down and caught a cab.
We pull up to this place and it was like a big house with a full lot, lights flashing in the windows and you could hear the music thumping inside. shite was wide open. We go to the back to get in and the guy checking Id's was flaming gay...no worries, it's the big city.
We get in and before you get to the action there was a metal trough full of beer...but they only had Black Sheep or some shite like that. The guy at the trough was flaming gay. Hey...this is Buckhead so you have to roll with it.
Now keep in mind this is 1996...I'm from North GA and my friend was from Savannah.
We turn the corner to the dance floor and my friend in front stopped ...turned around and said "this is not good". What I then saw was the full blown biggest gay spectacle I've ever witnessed. It was marti gras, shirtless, thong wearing, beach ball bouncing conga line gayness. 6 foot tranny decked out and looking like a tall hot model gayness. YMCA leather chaps bubble machine gayness. shite was unreal.
We cowered in the corner and watched because it was actually pretty fricking entertaining. Nobody messed with us but we were so far out of our element it was like being in a fricking movie. We still laugh about that shite today.
Never did see the strippers though...:
We pull up to this place and it was like a big house with a full lot, lights flashing in the windows and you could hear the music thumping inside. shite was wide open. We go to the back to get in and the guy checking Id's was flaming gay...no worries, it's the big city.
We get in and before you get to the action there was a metal trough full of beer...but they only had Black Sheep or some shite like that. The guy at the trough was flaming gay. Hey...this is Buckhead so you have to roll with it.
Now keep in mind this is 1996...I'm from North GA and my friend was from Savannah.
We turn the corner to the dance floor and my friend in front stopped ...turned around and said "this is not good". What I then saw was the full blown biggest gay spectacle I've ever witnessed. It was marti gras, shirtless, thong wearing, beach ball bouncing conga line gayness. 6 foot tranny decked out and looking like a tall hot model gayness. YMCA leather chaps bubble machine gayness. shite was unreal.
We cowered in the corner and watched because it was actually pretty fricking entertaining. Nobody messed with us but we were so far out of our element it was like being in a fricking movie. We still laugh about that shite today.
Never did see the strippers though...:
Posted on 4/28/16 at 6:11 am to SCDawg
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Ive been on the receiving end of a few of those i played Lacrosse my senior year in highschool and my coach punched a hole through the drawing board.
A "wall to wall counseling" as they say in the Army...
I was in high school in the early 80's a steroids were all the rage...and as far as I know still more or less legal...our head coach ran a body building gym and sold steroids openly...and used them openly...we lost to McEachern one year at home and that crazy bastard went on such a 'roid rage that he turned a coke machine over...I immediately though of Colonel Bat Guano in "Dr. Strangelove"...."You are going to have to answer to the Coca-Cola company....". I didn't say it out loud though....
Posted on 4/28/16 at 6:19 am to SquatchDawg
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A buddy of mine was getting married and we had his bachelor party in Atlanta. This is all circa 1996 or so. We hit all the strip joints and when we got back to the hotel everybody but me and a friend passed out. We talked about what we could do at 2 am and he said the strippers told him that they all went to Backstreets in Buckhead. We went down and caught a cab.
We pull up to this place and it was like a big house with a full lot, lights flashing in the windows and you could hear the music thumping inside. shite was wide open. We go to the back to get in and the guy checking Id's was flaming gay...no worries, it's the big city.
We get in and before you get to the action there was a metal trough full of beer...but they only had Black Sheep or some shite like that. The guy at the trough was flaming gay. Hey...this is Buckhead so you have to roll with it.
Now keep in mind this is 1996...I'm from North GA and my friend was from Savannah.
We turn the corner to the dance floor and my friend in front stopped ...turned around and said "this is not good". What I then saw was the full blown biggest gay spectacle I've ever witnessed. It was marti gras, shirtless, thong wearing, beach ball bouncing conga line gayness. 6 foot tranny decked out and looking like a tall hot model gayness. YMCA leather chaps bubble machine gayness. shite was unreal.
We cowered in the corner and watched because it was actually pretty fricking entertaining. Nobody messed with us but we were so far out of our element it was like being in a fricking movie. We still laugh about that shite today.
Never did see the strippers though...:
A girl I was trying to bang in High School told me that she would give me some if I drove her to a new club in Atlanta "close to the Varsity". I agreed (like there was any chance I wouldn't) and the new club was the 688 Club....a pretty famous punk club from the early 80's. I was not a punk and knew very little about punk rock...so when the dancing got a bit rough shall we say I thought it was a fight breaking out and feigned to save my lady fair...I fought for a couple of hours (more like 30 seconds) and finally realized that the dam people were dancing and not fighting...
Posted on 4/28/16 at 6:56 am to Dick Leverage
One of the dumber things that I did when I was a kid was spend the night at my dealers house. I had gone to get some pot and, living in south Cobb County that meant going to Bankhead Courts....a pretty dangerous place even in the day time....this was 10 o'clock at night. And I was white, about 16 years old, by myself and driving a pick-up truck....
Anyway, I park the truck and notice a bunch of kids my age staring but I have a single purpose in mind and that is scoring some weed....so I go to the drug dealers apartment and he lets me in and we proceed to smoke a couple of joints..I make my purchase and leave...when I turn the corner lo and behold those kids...6 of them...between the ages of 15-18...were sitting in the bed of my truck. No I was dumb but I wasn't stupid...I returned to the sanctuary of the drug dealers house...who was none to happy to see me coming back...and when I explained why he was sure enough unhappy...but his wife insisted that they couldn't "let that little white boy die out their with them..." (I can imagine y'all know the word she used, the word that must not be used but starts with an "N"). As it turns out it wasn't so much my safety that concerned her (she was the wife of a drug dealer so that should have come as no surprise) but more because "that nosy old bitch next door saw that boy come to our apartment and the police will surely come asking questions..."except her language was much more colorful...so anyway these two start arguing loudly about me and the neighbors are beating on the walls and their baby is up stairs wailing her head off (yes, this loving couple had at least 3 kids) and I am about at the point where I take my chances with the ....uhhhmmmmm...the kids in the back of my truck. Finally the drug dealer and his lovely bride decide that if he escorts me to the truck everything will probably turn out alright (in no uncertain terms I understood this to mean alrigt for them...me not so much). So old boy reaches under the couch and pulls out a Ruger .44 Magnum with about a 12" barrell...this was back in the day when Drug dealers were also very unsettled on their weapon of choice...so some would have 9's and others had .38's...it was really a matter of personal style..and appreantly this guy was of the opinion that size very much mattered because I had already determined if shite went south I could probably hide in the barrell of that fricking canon he was toting...so he and I leave the relative safety of his apartment, television police style...creeping along, hugging the wall and making all sorts of signals back and forth that I have no idea to this day were supposed to mean but I suspect it was something along the lines of "I ought to shoot you my dam self"....anyway we turn the corner and the kids are still in my truck....and my escort nearly pisses himself and takes off running back to the apartment. I didn't know what we were running for BUT for what my football coach claimed was the slowest pulling guard in Georgia High School football history I think I made a pretty good showing and was hot on the heels of the dealer when he busts into the apartment and starts telling his ole lady that it is Tater and his cousin from Techwood. I didn't know Tater but growing up in Atlanta I knew Techwood and even a white kid from Mableton knew that folks from Techwood were not as friendly as folks were at the courts...and apparently Tater and his Techwood cousin were pretty notorious around both projects for being meaner than average...
At this point, being white and from the suburbs, I mention calling the police....BBBBBAAAAAAADDDDDDD mistake...I knew that the gun the dealer was carrying was huge but that motherfricker was even bigger than that when you are staring down the barrel.....dude went crazy...a relative term...and started ranting about how calling the cops was a bad idea (again his language was much more colorful) and proceeded to open up the wall unit in the living room and you ain't never in your life seen the drugs, cash and weapons hidden within....it was like a before picture of the after pictures cops make when they have a big drug bust. SO now ole boy is convinced that the worse problem is not Tater and his Techwood Cousin but my desire to speak with the authorities....and the suggestion is put forth that I spend the night on the couch while he "protects" me until in the morning when he can talk to his partner, so he an I spend the rest of the night staring at one another in total silence....luckily he had calmed down considerably by morning and he and I went to check on my truck and it was right where I parked it...
Now for the stupid part.....the very next weekend I was playing Galaga at a table in the Timezone and a girl I thought never knew I existed approaches me and asks if she can play...of course I stammer yes and she sits down and starts telling me about how dry the area was...not a single joint to be had from the bikers who sold to all of us....so, being 16, bullet proof and fully erect I blurt out "I know where we can get some...." and went straight back to that dude's apartment, bought an ounce and left without incident...and had a very memorable couple of days with old straight lace snooty girl who apparently was attracted to the white Gangsta of Mableton....
Anyway, I park the truck and notice a bunch of kids my age staring but I have a single purpose in mind and that is scoring some weed....so I go to the drug dealers apartment and he lets me in and we proceed to smoke a couple of joints..I make my purchase and leave...when I turn the corner lo and behold those kids...6 of them...between the ages of 15-18...were sitting in the bed of my truck. No I was dumb but I wasn't stupid...I returned to the sanctuary of the drug dealers house...who was none to happy to see me coming back...and when I explained why he was sure enough unhappy...but his wife insisted that they couldn't "let that little white boy die out their with them..." (I can imagine y'all know the word she used, the word that must not be used but starts with an "N"). As it turns out it wasn't so much my safety that concerned her (she was the wife of a drug dealer so that should have come as no surprise) but more because "that nosy old bitch next door saw that boy come to our apartment and the police will surely come asking questions..."except her language was much more colorful...so anyway these two start arguing loudly about me and the neighbors are beating on the walls and their baby is up stairs wailing her head off (yes, this loving couple had at least 3 kids) and I am about at the point where I take my chances with the ....uhhhmmmmm...the kids in the back of my truck. Finally the drug dealer and his lovely bride decide that if he escorts me to the truck everything will probably turn out alright (in no uncertain terms I understood this to mean alrigt for them...me not so much). So old boy reaches under the couch and pulls out a Ruger .44 Magnum with about a 12" barrell...this was back in the day when Drug dealers were also very unsettled on their weapon of choice...so some would have 9's and others had .38's...it was really a matter of personal style..and appreantly this guy was of the opinion that size very much mattered because I had already determined if shite went south I could probably hide in the barrell of that fricking canon he was toting...so he and I leave the relative safety of his apartment, television police style...creeping along, hugging the wall and making all sorts of signals back and forth that I have no idea to this day were supposed to mean but I suspect it was something along the lines of "I ought to shoot you my dam self"....anyway we turn the corner and the kids are still in my truck....and my escort nearly pisses himself and takes off running back to the apartment. I didn't know what we were running for BUT for what my football coach claimed was the slowest pulling guard in Georgia High School football history I think I made a pretty good showing and was hot on the heels of the dealer when he busts into the apartment and starts telling his ole lady that it is Tater and his cousin from Techwood. I didn't know Tater but growing up in Atlanta I knew Techwood and even a white kid from Mableton knew that folks from Techwood were not as friendly as folks were at the courts...and apparently Tater and his Techwood cousin were pretty notorious around both projects for being meaner than average...
At this point, being white and from the suburbs, I mention calling the police....BBBBBAAAAAAADDDDDDD mistake...I knew that the gun the dealer was carrying was huge but that motherfricker was even bigger than that when you are staring down the barrel.....dude went crazy...a relative term...and started ranting about how calling the cops was a bad idea (again his language was much more colorful) and proceeded to open up the wall unit in the living room and you ain't never in your life seen the drugs, cash and weapons hidden within....it was like a before picture of the after pictures cops make when they have a big drug bust. SO now ole boy is convinced that the worse problem is not Tater and his Techwood Cousin but my desire to speak with the authorities....and the suggestion is put forth that I spend the night on the couch while he "protects" me until in the morning when he can talk to his partner, so he an I spend the rest of the night staring at one another in total silence....luckily he had calmed down considerably by morning and he and I went to check on my truck and it was right where I parked it...
Now for the stupid part.....the very next weekend I was playing Galaga at a table in the Timezone and a girl I thought never knew I existed approaches me and asks if she can play...of course I stammer yes and she sits down and starts telling me about how dry the area was...not a single joint to be had from the bikers who sold to all of us....so, being 16, bullet proof and fully erect I blurt out "I know where we can get some...." and went straight back to that dude's apartment, bought an ounce and left without incident...and had a very memorable couple of days with old straight lace snooty girl who apparently was attracted to the white Gangsta of Mableton....
Posted on 4/28/16 at 11:52 am to Dick Leverage
Not as funny as some of y'all's, but it was to us. I think I was about 14 or so when it happened. I was staying for part of the summer at my uncles fish camp in FL. One day my cousin and I were bored, so we decided to get the firecrackers/bottle rockets out and have some fun.
Well, we were up on the hillside when we saw a man and woman enter the bathroom (located under the bait store) together. Honestly, I don't know what got into us. We made our way down to the door and heard all kinds of noises coming out - keep in mind that the bathroom wasn't the best made and there was a huge gap under the door.
Never having had sex before, we thought that's what they were doing. So, I get the big idea of taking the sticks off a couple of bottle rockets. I put them under the door and lit the fuses - and ran like hell into the bushes. I thought they were duds, but all of a sudden - whoosh! They lit and flew into the bathroom, and you could hear them bouncing off the walls. And the screams. I'll never forget those until I die - both the man and woman were screaming. The bottle rockets exploded...followed by all sorts of commotion.
I just knew we were in trouble. The door flew open and out they came in a cloud of smoke. I never heard such language in my life - and that was from the woman. Luckily we were hidden well. I don't think I have ever laughed that much in my life. Fortunately, they didn't hang around long. Never heard a word about, though. We still laugh about today after 30 years. Good times!
Well, we were up on the hillside when we saw a man and woman enter the bathroom (located under the bait store) together. Honestly, I don't know what got into us. We made our way down to the door and heard all kinds of noises coming out - keep in mind that the bathroom wasn't the best made and there was a huge gap under the door.
Never having had sex before, we thought that's what they were doing. So, I get the big idea of taking the sticks off a couple of bottle rockets. I put them under the door and lit the fuses - and ran like hell into the bushes. I thought they were duds, but all of a sudden - whoosh! They lit and flew into the bathroom, and you could hear them bouncing off the walls. And the screams. I'll never forget those until I die - both the man and woman were screaming. The bottle rockets exploded...followed by all sorts of commotion.
I just knew we were in trouble. The door flew open and out they came in a cloud of smoke. I never heard such language in my life - and that was from the woman. Luckily we were hidden well. I don't think I have ever laughed that much in my life. Fortunately, they didn't hang around long. Never heard a word about, though. We still laugh about today after 30 years. Good times!
This post was edited on 4/28/16 at 11:54 am
Posted on 4/29/16 at 12:28 am to germandawg
Where did you go to HS in Cobb? What year did you graduate? I went to McEachern and played there from 84-87. I was a head middle school coach there for years afterward. Talking about Bankhead Courts makes me think you went to Pebblebrook or South Cobb. In rec ball we were always the Powder Springs Cowboys and Mableton Tigers coaches used to get all those kids from Bankhead Courts and stack teams. Then you had Nickajack Wildcats, Fair Oaks Lobos, Milford Indians, South Cobb Vipers, Smryna Roadrunners, Bel Arp Falcons, Kennesaw Generals, Due West Raiders , Blackwell Bears and last but not least the PS Cowboys.
Did you play ball at any of those rec departments?
Did you play ball at any of those rec departments?
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