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Post by Foggy on Mar 1, 2020 21:08:11 GMT -6
I grew up In the hot rod era......and built a 32 Ford with a Chevy engine and drive train. It was pretty fast.....and I ran with slicks for the rear tires most of the time.....as I had to race everyone at any time. It was a pretty fast car for our area. Some of the better 427 Chevy Biscaynes could give me a run.....but more often than not.....I could win those bets. My Nic-name back then was "Duece". Anyway.... The lug nuts I had were not really made for the aluminum wheels I had....but they were chrome and looked good.....so I had them installed on my rear axel by a few threads.....not a really solid set-up......but I was a little short on the money needed for the right stuff. So I was taking my date to the outdoor movie in my 32 one evening.....and the O.D. Theature was a few miles outside of town and up on top of a big hill. So we were hitting some faster speeds....maybe 60 mph or so......when I saw a tire and wheel pass me by. I turned to my date and said: "Hey! there goes a slick just like mine". And in a deer in the headlights moment later I realized it was my tire had come off. Made a beeline for the shoulder as the car came to rest on the rear brake drum in the gravel at the side of the road. I retrieved my tire and wheel.....took one lug nut off of each of the remaining 3 corners.....attached the wheel and went to the movie. Stuff like that was not a huge event back then.....it happened on a pretty regualar basis and you just learned to deal with it. Grin. .
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Post by Tooln on Mar 1, 2020 22:02:26 GMT -6
Not so much as embarrassing more of it happened to me thing. Just got home from a 5 mile walk. Went commando in a pair of sweatpants. Last mile or so started getting swamp ass. Got home and sprayed some of this on. BIG mistake, talk about burn oh my God. After a few minutes of burn it did start cooling. Never making that mistake again. Next time spray on before walking. [br Only the perverts on to "catch a predator, dateline" go commando in sweatpants. .
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Post by Sandbur on Mar 2, 2020 6:05:20 GMT -6
I grew up In the hot rod era......and built a 32 Ford with a Chevy engine and drive train. It was pretty fast.....and I ran with slicks for the rear tires most of the time.....as I had to race everyone at any time. It was a pretty fast car for our area. Some of the better 427 Chevy Biscaynes could give me a run.....but more often than not.....I could win those bets. My Nic-name back then was "Duece". Anyway.... The lug nuts I had were not really made for the aluminum wheels I had....but they were chrome and looked good.....so I had them installed on my rear axel by a few threads.....not a really solid set-up......but I was a little short on the money needed for the right stuff. So I was taking my date to the outdoor movie in my 32 one evening.....and the O.D. Theature was a few miles outside of town and up on top of a big hill. So we were hitting some faster speeds....maybe 60 mph or so......when I saw a tire and wheel pass me by. I turned to my date and said: "Hey! there goes a slick just like mine". And in a deer in the headlights moment later I realized it was my tire had come off. Made a beeline for the shoulder as the car came to rest on the rear brake drum in the gravel at the side of the road. I retrieved my tire and wheel.....took one lug nut off of each of the remaining 3 corners.....attached the wheel and went to the movie. Stuff like that was not a huge event back then.....it happened on a pretty regualar basis and you just learned to deal with it. Grin. . In short, ‘ I don’t really have a screw loose, just a nut is on the loose’
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Post by Catscratch on Mar 2, 2020 7:15:22 GMT -6
I grew up In the hot rod era......and built a 32 Ford with a Chevy engine and drive train. It was pretty fast.....and I ran with slicks for the rear tires most of the time.....as I had to race everyone at any time. It was a pretty fast car for our area. Some of the better 427 Chevy Biscaynes could give me a run.....but more often than not.....I could win those bets. My Nic-name back then was "Duece". Anyway.... The lug nuts I had were not really made for the aluminum wheels I had....but they were chrome and looked good.....so I had them installed on my rear axel by a few threads.....not a really solid set-up......but I was a little short on the money needed for the right stuff. So I was taking my date to the outdoor movie in my 32 one evening.....and the O.D. Theature was a few miles outside of town and up on top of a big hill. So we were hitting some faster speeds....maybe 60 mph or so......when I saw a tire and wheel pass me by. I turned to my date and said: "Hey! there goes a slick just like mine". And in a deer in the headlights moment later I realized it was my tire had come off. Made a beeline for the shoulder as the car came to rest on the rear brake drum in the gravel at the side of the road. I retrieved my tire and wheel.....took one lug nut off of each of the remaining 3 corners.....attached the wheel and went to the movie. Stuff like that was not a huge event back then.....it happened on a pretty regualar basis and you just learned to deal with it. Grin. . Lol, my 58 Chevy lost a front wheel once. The drum came off right after the wheel and squirted the brake fluid out when I hit the peddal. It ground the lower A arm and ball joint down smooth before I got it stopped. Cragars with not quite right lugnuts...
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Post by kooch on Mar 2, 2020 7:31:46 GMT -6
Tooln - The burn is how you know it's working.
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Post by MoBuckChaser on Mar 2, 2020 7:52:03 GMT -6
I have another construction one. Back in the day when I was flipping a lot of houses I bought one on 4501 Fremont ave north in Brooklyn Center mn. It was a 2 bedroom track home built after the war and all the houses for blocks looked the same. I had a painting company coming in to paint the entire inside one color before I carpeted. So I called my guy at Hammernicks painting and decorating to get over there early on a Monday morning and I would stop by about 9 am and talk to them door would be open or key under the mat. I show up and no painters. WTF, so I call hammernicks and they said two guys were there painting. I said I was standing there in the house and no painters. They said they will call them and see if they were at breakfast or something. Call back said they were painting my house. I said no fucking way assholes get them here and hung up. Pissed I drive down the road one block and on the corner house like mine is a hammernick painting truck. I stop and go to the house and wait for a painter to get off his phone. I overhear this guy trying to explain to his boss that they are painting and not fucking off. These dumb fucks went to the wrong house, front door was wide open, moved furniture out of the way and started painting the wrong fucking house. Their stupid boss wrote the address down as 4601 instead of 4501 Fremont and as luck would have it the door was open and not a soul home. They quickly finished painting the wall they were on. Put the furniture back and drove down to my house. I always wondered what the fuck those people thought when 3 walls had new paint on when they got home because I never went back and said anything. Lol
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Post by Sandbur on Mar 2, 2020 13:36:48 GMT -6
I have another construction one. Back in the day when I was flipping a lot of houses I bought one on 4501 Fremont ave north in Brooklyn Center mn. It was a 2 bedroom track home built after the war and all the houses for blocks looked the same. I had a painting company coming in to paint the entire inside one color before I carpeted. So I called my guy at Hammernicks painting and decorating to get over there early on a Monday morning and I would stop by about 9 am and talk to them door would be open or key under the mat. I show up and no painters. WTF, so I call hammernicks and they said two guys were there painting. I said I was standing there in the house and no painters. They said they will call them and see if they were at breakfast or something. Call back said they were painting my house. I said no fucking way assholes get them here and hung up. Pissed I drive down the road one block and on the corner house like mine is a hammernick painting truck. I stop and go to the house and wait for a painter to get off his phone. I overhear this guy trying to explain to his boss that they are painting and not fucking off. These dumb fucks went to the wrong house, front door was wide open, moved furniture out of the way and started painting the wrong fucking house. Their stupid boss wrote the address down as 4601 instead of 4501 Fremont and as luck would have it the door was open and not a soul home. They quickly finished painting the wall they were on. Put the furniture back and drove down to my house. I always wondered what the fuck those people thought when 3 walls had new paint on when they got home because I never went back and said anything. Lol I can’t stop laughing. My wife has got the painting fever and is driving me nuts. She says it has been 9 years since last painting. Looks fine to me except where she tried to touch it up.
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Post by Reagan on Mar 2, 2020 18:59:47 GMT -6
Tell her if she keeps painting too often the rooms will smaller.
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Post by nhmountains on Mar 2, 2020 23:18:14 GMT -6
My brother’s nephew Alex went to a party with my niece a few years ago when he was in high school. He got drunk so she tried to get him to go home with her but, he said he’d get a ride with his buddies. He passed out and woke up early the next morning. He couldn’t find his shirt or shoe. He had to be to work by 800am and nobody was awake so he left and started hitchhiking to his home about 10 miles away. He was barefoot with no shirt just pants on standing beside the road.
Cars kept going by him. Finally a vehicle locks up their brakes and backs up to him. The guy rolls down the window and asks where he’s going. He says get in. Alex hops in. They’re driving along and the guy’s got a shit eating grin on his face. He says to Alex “Rough night?” Alex says “Yep”.
Meanwhile Alex’s work had called their house because Alex was late. Pete , his father, was waiting for Alex when he got home. Peter looks at Alex and starts to bitch him out. Alex says “Dad, shut up I know I screwed up but, I have to go to work.” Pete says” “ok. Get your shirt on and shoes and let’s go.”
Pete dropped him offs at work and went home laughing all the way. Alex didn’t know that when he passed out his buddies drew penises all over his face with magic marker. He got to work and they told him to go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. He scrubbed as hard as he could and got most of it off. He finished work and went home. His father never said a word to him but, just laughed.
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Post by chummer16 on Mar 3, 2020 7:12:47 GMT -6
We had 11 guys living in an off campus house at college. It was split into three floors and roommate wars would often break out. They would start silly but would usually end really bad and then start all over again a couple weeks later. Skinny B fills Joes smoke decor with mayo because joe hats mayo. Joe thinks he has a plan to get him back but needs fat Steve’s help. Steve knows where Skinny hides the key to his room. He brides him with a pizza to let him in and swears him to secrecy. He lets Joe in. Joe emerges awhile later and announces he jerked of on Skinny’s pillow. The room is somewhat shocked because Joe never wins these battles and we are instantly envisioning the payback. Joe lives on our floor so we can not rat him out. Joe’s future defends on Fat Steve keeping his secret. Joe is not the brightest kid and passes out in his room with the door open. Skinny gets back from the bar and Fat Steve flips on Joe in two seconds. Rightfully so Skinny wants to beat the shit out of passed out Joe. In a godfather moment my floor has to protect Joe from a beating but we do agree payback is needed. Skinny asks if we will stop him from taking a piss on Joe. We deem this as acceptable punishment. Skinny B gathers the entire house and straddles passed out Joe. He then takes an entire beer piss right on Joe’s face. Joe never moves and wakes up in a puddle the next morning. Very confused and worried his drunken prank may have turned bad we told him he took a beer piss off the face. He never messed with Skinny B again.
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Post by Tooln on Mar 3, 2020 13:29:09 GMT -6
We had 11 guys living in an off campus house at college. It was split into three floors and roommate wars would often break out. They would start silly but would usually end really bad and then start all over again a couple weeks later. Skinny B fills Joes smoke decor with mayo because joe hats mayo. Joe thinks he has a plan to get him back but needs fat Steve’s help. Steve knows where Skinny hides the key to his room. He brides him with a pizza to let him in and swears him to secrecy. He lets Joe in. Joe emerges awhile later and announces he jerked of on Skinny’s pillow. The room is somewhat shocked because Joe never wins these battles and we are instantly envisioning the payback. Joe lives on our floor so we can not rat him out. Joe’s future defends on Fat Steve keeping his secret. Joe is not the brightest kid and passes out in his room with the door open. Skinny gets back from the bar and Fat Steve flips on Joe in two seconds. Rightfully so Skinny wants to beat the shit out of passed out Joe. In a godfather moment my floor has to protect Joe from a beating but we do agree payback is needed. Skinny asks if we will stop him from taking a piss on Joe. We deem this as acceptable punishment. Skinny B gathers the entire house and straddles passed out Joe. He then takes an entire beer piss right on Joe’s face. Joe never moves and wakes up in a puddle the next morning. Very confused and worried his drunken prank may have turned bad we told him he took a beer piss off the face. He never messed with Skinny B again. The story you heard is true. The names have been changed to protect the chummer?
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Post by chummer16 on Mar 3, 2020 14:12:55 GMT -6
Nope. I was pretty jacked in college so no one in the house fucked with me. Joe was allergic to alcohol and did some pretty stupid things when he was drunk. He was also the kid that would pass out cold. He woke up with many a sharpie penis on his face. He would constantly run his mouth despite weighing 140 pounds. I normally protected him from getting to bad of a beating but I couldn’t stop some retribution for that. Now, none of us were expecting a full beer piss off the face. That was a hilarious bonus. We broke Joe of most of his shit talking by senior year. We were still writing on him years later. Joe is your friend that all the wives hate, even 20+ years later. When I have time I will tell the Story of him shitting in a fridge. That is a long story and should be made into a movie.
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Post by batman on Mar 3, 2020 18:27:12 GMT -6
Pile of cats put on the ice today. Embarrassed I only caught 2 of them.
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Post by Catscratch on Mar 3, 2020 19:19:45 GMT -6
Pile of cats put on the ice today. Embarrassed I only caught 2 of them. Awesome, never thought of catfishing on ice ... what's in the red bag?
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Post by kooch on Mar 3, 2020 19:30:28 GMT -6
Yum
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