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go to iraq. ain't nothin like the real thing baby.
to these things as a kid?
Fire crackers, magnifying glasses, bottle rockets, little rocks, big rocks, setting em up on the railroad tracks, lighters, and God knows what I have forgotten.
These things were freaking worth every penny. Hours of endless destructive entertainment.
go to iraq. ain't nothin like the real thing baby.
Made bunkers in my back yard, threw firecrackers at the bunkers and tried to blow the bas s out of their holes. Good times.
So you never had any army men? I guess you were too busy sewing tutu's for your Barbies...
one christmas i got about 3 or 4 buckets full of the green and tan ones. i must have had a couple thousand of those damn things.
i never destroyed them... i would just have huge battles.
That is what the cheap ass roman candles were for. oooh did I get a butt whoopin for that one. "you're gonna shoot your eye out."Made bunkers in my back yard, threw firecrackers at the bunkers and tried to blow the bas s out of their holes. Good times.
Me too.
I had full out transportation platoons with the duece and a halfs:
and about 5 or 6 of the old tanks:
Jeeps, hueys, and the an ank guns that doubled as artillery.
I could probably go back to my parents old house, dig up the yard and find 1/2 of 'em still there.
Artillery units:
tank platoons with the
That is what the cheap ass roman candles were for. oooh did I get a butt whoopin for that one. "you're gonna shoot your eye out."
It is a wonder we survived out childhood.
Had my son even tried some the crap I used to pull, I would have tanned his hide.
I don't know how many times I woke up with a bazooka army man indention on my nutsack.
I always had GI Joes. Never bothered with the little green men.
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