Smee said:Wow! I need to get me one!
boogeyman said:Spread open paper clip & a rubber band. Quick, accurate, painful, easy to use. You can't beat the price $.99 for 250 rounds!
Badger you gotta be kidding me! You mean to tell me you're around my age and you never got sent to the principals office for shooting paper clips?!?! Boy either you missed out or you're pullin my leg.Michigan Badger said:boogeyman said:Spread open paper clip & a rubber band. Quick, accurate, painful, easy to use. You can't beat the price $.99 for 250 rounds!
Cool! Can you post plans for this?
boogeyman said:Badger you gotta be kidding me! You mean to tell me you're around my age and you never got sent to the principals office for shooting paper clips?!?! Boy either you missed out or you're pullin my leg.Michigan Badger said:boogeyman said:Spread open paper clip & a rubber band. Quick, accurate, painful, easy to use. You can't beat the price $.99 for 250 rounds!
Cool! Can you post plans for this?
It's called "use what you got"!Michigan Badger said:Spit wads were also very popular in those days. I really don't recall much with paper clips.
I know where you're coming from! We had an english teacher that was half as tall as the shortest kid in class about 64 years old. Never swore once until.......Michigan Badger said:boogeyman said:Badger you gotta be kidding me! You mean to tell me you're around my age and you never got sent to the principals office for shooting paper clips?!?! Boy either you missed out or you're pullin my leg.Michigan Badger said:boogeyman said:Spread open paper clip & a rubber band. Quick, accurate, painful, easy to use. You can't beat the price $.99 for 250 rounds!
Cool! Can you post plans for this?
No, after about the 10th time the teacher just made me stand in the hall outside the classroom. My thing was coming up with "wise cracks" that made the class laugh and sent me outside. I did do the "pea shooter" but oddly never got caught at that I recall. Spit wads were also very popular in those days. I really don't recall much with paper clips.
Other educational actions were greasing locker handles, placing water cups on top of doors open only slightly, knocking textbooks out of hands, the old tacks on chairs thing, etc.
One time back in the early 1960's I sent off to one of those mail order tricks and magic catalogs and got me some fake bombs made to simulate dynamite. I lit one and tossed it into History class and then ran like heck. In the background I could hear the class screaming. I never got caught for that one but it caused such an uproar I decided that was a bit extreme.
Just imagine what would happen to a student who tried that today! But back in those days they just laughed things like that off and were no big deal after things calmed down.
Remember how just about every boy in school carried a pocket knife? Some guys brought their shotguns to school for "show n tell."
Don't ya love how your Dad could tell you you've been busted, you might possibly still get a whoopin, you're not as slick as you thought you were, and he's not as dumb as you thought he was, and he's been there done that in just one sentence.Michigan Badger said:By the way, this thread is off-limits to my grandchildren and anyone under 21 (in some cases 91).
I worked summers for the rich folks in the area and they paid me about as much as adults made doing hard labor in factories (so I was the rich kid at school). Even back then few kids wanted to work.
Anyway, I bought my first car when I was 15. I could only drive it when a parent was with me until I made my 16th birthday. In those days driver's training was free and everyone took it at age 15.
It's an absolute wonder I survived those early years. There was this certain corner in town that all the guys in school (who owned their own cars) tried to take the fastest. I made the all-time record. I had a witness that day and did the corner at about 60 MPH. The car went airborne, took out the stop sign, and we hit the other side of that deep ditch (good thing it was there). We slid down that ditch about a 100 feet and somehow I got the car back on the road and was able to drive home. Unfortunately I had lost most of the right side of my car!
I was worried big time what dad would say and do! So I parked the car oddly up against the fence hoping he wouldn't see the damage for a long time. I walked into the house just as dad was leaving. Not 5 minutes later he walked back into the house and calmly said: "Next time you're in that area look for your gas cap."
mikeofaustin said:A while back, I worked directly across the hall from a guy that would clear his through every 3 seconds. (if you looked hard enough, you could probably find my post about it about 2.5 years ago). I would have loved to use one of these. I mean EVERY 3 seconds, 8 hours a day. I got one of those toy cow moew callers (where you turn it upside down and it moews). I 'Mooeewwed' every time he cleared his throat, trying to subliminally tell him that he needed to stop. It never worked. If there was anything positive about getting layed off from that company, it was not having to hear this everyday. EVERY 3 seconds.