B-17engineer
Colonel
Oh my god remind me never to piss any of you people off.
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We used to go to a old railroad building where pigeons roosted. We'd capture several then find a house with a storm door and exterior door combo where the owner had left the storm door unlocked. Open the storm door a bit, put two or more pigeons inside between the doors and close the storm door. Ring doorbell - pound on door - run. When the owner opened the exterior door pigeons were released into his house in full panic mode... Good times
Take note, this also has a side benefit for those living in areas with bears.kill 2 birds with one stone. take a nice afternoon...get your rod and reel out and do a little fishing. that will help relax you and get you back in touch with nature. only throw back the tiny fish....keep the rest. later that night take your string of trophies and toss them in rear window of his car. let time and sunlight work its magic.... you really could do the same with a roadkill possum, raccoon, or skunk...the more maggots the better.
I think that it would be more evil to simply remind him that you haven't YET paid him back for the lamprey. Then smile your most demented smile at him. Repeat once a week until he begs you to do something, anything, just to stop the torment!In fact I owe him one, since he threw a river lamprey that fell off a fish he caught at me. That was long ago, but I still threaten to pay him back for that one.
Yep...livin' the dream, there...my stepdad was USMC also...Korea vet, Fox company, 1 marine at Chosin and celebrated his birthday with several divisions of Chinese. He's had a chip on his shoulder ever since and add to that, a successful boxer both in the Corps and in civilian life afterwards. On more than one occasion I witnessed him take an loudmouth/a-hole down with one shot to the brisket (naturally, at a watering hole) and he still had his speed until a severe heart attack slowed him down several years ago.amen to that. My dad is a Marine. All 5'5" and 150lbs. He was that guy. Loved to fight. And loved to fight the bigger guys. Was given an highschool ultimatum after hitting a highschool jock upside the head with a sugar dispenser, that it's either military or jail. I have pics that show the damage he did on others (and his own injurries). Has a big fooking tattoo on his right arm with the Marine Bulldog and underneath what used to say "Punchy". Now that he is in his 70's, it just says "Lunchy".
Still has an attitude like like a pitbull. Makes me mental.