hallett21
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#OutboardMasterRaceThe video gives great perspective on how I/O boats blow up when there’s a fuel leak
Daddy never showed or taught me how explosives work, but he certainly impressed on me before I'd reached puberty, how to use our noses to give the boat bilge the "Sniff Test" prior to turning the key.This is why Father's take our kids camping and show them how Sobee bombs work. You don't get that kind of experience via video games.
Had a wood shop teacher in high school who was one of the most chill and cool teachers I ever had, didn't think the guy was capable of anger.Daddy never showed or taught me how explosives work, but he certainly impressed on me before I'd reached puberty, how to use our noses to give the boat bilge the "Sniff Test" prior to turning the key.
Old Chris Crafts didn't come with bilge blowers, which meant, unless it had been towed to launch, you best pop the hatch and allow it to properly air out --- then give it a nose job.
I learned explosives all by myself by placing 22 rounds in a vice and whacking them with a hammer and punch Oh and blowing up garden snails using firecrackers
Or pour a trail of gas to it and light it.Obviously he/she never lit shit up when as a kid. Light something and throw. Foookin roookiessss
Ahhhh, yes, the good ole days, back when during my parent's initial visitation with a new elementary school teacher, dad always made sure she or he understood, if I screwed up, they had parental permission to whoop my dumb-ass.Had a wood shop teacher in high school who was one of the most chill and cool teachers I ever had, didn't think the guy was capable of anger.
Legend had it years before a kid in class did that with a bullet in a vice, Mr. Nordeen calmly walked over and cold cocked him.
Oh yea, whole farm community had permission to whoop my ass if needed.Ahhhh, yes, the good ole days, back when during my parent's initial visitation with a new elementary school teacher, dad always made sure she or he understood, if I screwed up, they had parental permission to whoop my dumb-ass.
Damn right, and look how good us "Whoop his ass" generation turned outOh yea, whole farm community had permission to whoop my ass if needed.
Damn right, and look how good us "Whoop his ass" generation turned out
I mean if you don't look too close that is, I mean boys will be boys so not getting caught became an act of preservation.