#1 2016-01-01 21:41:02
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#2 2016-01-02 15:14:00
An armed society is a polite society. Eventually.
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#3 2016-01-02 18:26:32
Ring doorbells and run off. We did that in 5th grade, not as teenagers.
Guns and paranoia, never a good combination.
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#4 2016-01-02 18:43:11
My one kidhood regret was never committing a flaming bag of shit greeting.
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#5 2016-01-02 18:47:41
choad wrote:
My one kidhood regret was never committing a flaming bag of shit greeting.
I never did either.
But then at that time my nearest neighbors were cows. And a few rather large pigs (the real kind, with curly tails).
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#6 2016-01-02 19:09:23
Legend had it you got bonus points for racing around back, after lighting your steaming pantload, and banging on the rear entrance for shit tracking giggles through and through.
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#7 2016-01-02 19:16:07
choad wrote:
My one kidhood regret was never committing a flaming bag of shit greeting.
Pretty sure I was well past my teens before I ever heard of the flaming bag of shit routine. I grew up in a kinder, gentler age.
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#8 2016-01-03 01:05:34
We had cracker night on the Queens Birthday long weekend in June. We'd build a bonfire and let off crackers our fathers bought for us from local hardware stores. A practice banned when I was 12 or 13.
Blowing up neighbourhood letter boxes was a particular favourite.
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#9 2016-01-03 01:24:26
matty.the.damned wrote:
Blowing up neighbourhood letter boxes was a particular favourite.
Here, too. I used to take the spent CO2 cartridges from my air pistol, unload some of my dad's shotgun shells and slowly fill the steel cylinders with the contents of the shells. Then I'd pop round the local hobby store, pick up some green fuse (used for setting off Estes rockets) and I'd epoxy the fuse into the hole in the cylinder. 
When applied properly they'd obliterate not only the mailbox, but much of the post as well. One did want to be certain one was well clear, however. We found the shrapnel from some of them a great many yards away, stuck solidly into trees.
Of course, these days I'd be slammed into prison for such things. Back then it was considered 'horseplay'.
Ah, but then was then.
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#10 2016-01-03 11:36:11
You could also wrap a full CO2 cartridge in cloth soaked in lighter fluid, set it on a front stoop, light 'er up and go hide in the shrubs nearby. A little dangerous, sure, but if you like noise and shrapnel, not bad.
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