Test

[Kimsey47]

Originally Posted by Spuds

I could watch that all day.

Looks like a plane that ate too many Hot Cheetos...

[ScoobsMcGee]

Originally Posted by Tcoat

I only poured fuel in them so as long as nothing fell off during that I was fine. After that any parts that fell off were not my issue.


The German aircraft were perfect.
The Belgian aircraft were pretty good.
The British aircraft were showing some wear.
The American aircraft were a bit shady.
The French aircraft were downright scary.
The Canadian aircraft (all 4 of them) mostly consisted of left over parts from all the other countries.

10 years later.

The German aircraft will no longer fly because a €400,000 sensor that does nothing but prevent the aircraft from flying when it breaks has gone out.

No one quite remembers the name of the Belgian aircraft, but it was pretty cool looking for its time.

The American aircraft has new black boxes, and 42% of it has been constructed by laborers making at least $16 per hour.

The French aircraft never showed up, but we've heard that they added orange accents to the paint scheme.

The Canadian aircraft (5 of them now) still consist of left over parts from all the other countries.

[ermax]

So.... was the test a success? It turned into military talk and I tried to turn it into a MT vs AT debate. Hahahaha

[ScoobsMcGee]

Originally Posted by ermax

So.... was the test a success? It turned into military talk and I tried to turn it into a MT vs AT debate. Hahahaha

It stopped mattering after someone posted a picture of bull testicles.

[86MLR]

Originally Posted by ScoobsMcGee

It stopped mattering after someone posted a picture of bull testicles.

Sorry, I was attempting to get back on topic.

[Tcoat]

Originally Posted by ScoobsMcGee

It stopped mattering after someone posted a picture of bull testicles.

Hey, don't go getting all testi on us.

[Tcoat]

Originally Posted by ermax

So.... was the test a success? It turned into military talk and I tried to turn it into a MT vs AT debate. Hahahaha

[humfrz]

Originally Posted by ScoobsMcGee

It stopped mattering after someone posted a picture of bull testicles.

Now THAT brings to mind a back-on-the-farm story.

It was a hot day in August and relatives were visiting the farm, including this obnoxious girl that was a couple years older than I.

It was also the day that we were going to butcher a young bull. So we rounded up the bull and closed it in a barn, that had a dirt floor. My father loaded up a slug into his 12 gauge shotgun and shot the bull right between the eyes.

Then he and my grandpa hoisted the animal up by it's hind legs to a crossbeam with a block and tackle.

All the time the obnoxious girl cousin was asking all kinds of irritating questions. My grandfather ask her to run up to the house and fetch a large glass. She handed the glass to my grandfather and then he slit the throat of the animal to bleed it and then drank a large glass of the fresh, warm blood. My girl cousin threw up and ran for the house. Good, I thought, she is gone for the day -

WRONG! Just as my grandfather had positioned the wheelbarrow under the animal, she reappeared. Now the wheelbarrow was to catch the guts, then I was to wheelbarrow them out to the hog lot for the hogs to eat. I figured as soon as he disemboweled the animal, she would run. Nope, she kept messing with the innards asking what different parts were.

In the second wheelbarrow full, were the gonads of the bull, which she picked up and ask me what they were - I told her they were the bulls balls. She dropped them, screamed and ran for the house. That's the last I saw of her for the day.

THE END


humfrz

[Impureclient]

[86MLR]

Originally Posted by humfrz

Now THAT brings to mind a back-on-the-farm story.

It was a hot day in August and relatives were visiting the farm, including this obnoxious girl that was a couple years older than I.

It was also the day that we were going to butcher a young bull. So we rounded up the bull and closed it in a barn, that had a dirt floor. My father loaded up a slug into his 12 gauge shotgun and shot the bull right between the eyes.

Then he and my grandpa hoisted the animal up by it's hind legs to a crossbeam with a block and tackle.

All the time the obnoxious girl cousin was asking all kinds of irritating questions. My grandfather ask her to run up to the house and fetch a large glass. She handed the glass to my grandfather and then he slit the throat of the animal to bleed it and then drank a large glass of the fresh, warm blood. My girl cousin threw up and ran for the house. Good, I thought, she is gone for the day -

WRONG! Just as my grandfather had positioned the wheelbarrow under the animal, she reappeared. Now the wheelbarrow was to catch the guts, then I was to wheelbarrow them out to the hog lot for the hogs to eat. I figured as soon as he disemboweled the animal, she would run. Nope, she kept messing with the innards asking what different parts were.

In the second wheelbarrow full, were the gonads of the bull, which she picked up and ask me what they were - I told her they were the bulls balls. She dropped them, screamed and ran for the house. That's the last I saw of her for the day.

THE END


humfrz

I'm a city boy.

For my first induction to farm life they hit a sheep on the head with a mallat, lifted it by its hinds and slashed its throat, blood went everywhere, when it stopped shaking around they slit its guts open, the guts hit the floor, and then the dogs, which were patiently waiting, hit the guts, my uncle was up to his armpits inside the sheep with a knife chopping away and letting it hit the floor.

There was blood and guts everywhere, dogs fighting over the guts and pools of blood.

U just stood there staring, to this day I remember it well, not in the Dexter type of way, but in the "OMG what the F just happened" way.

Welcome to the country city boy.

[humfrz]

Originally Posted by 86MLR

I'm a city boy.

For my first induction to farm life they hit a sheep on the head with a mallat, lifted it by its hinds and slashed its throat, blood went everywhere, when it stopped shaking around they slit its guts open, the guts hit the floor, and then the dogs, which were patiently waiting, hit the guts, my uncle was up to his armpits inside the sheep with a knife chopping away and letting it hit the floor.

There was blood and guts everywhere, dogs fighting over the guts and pools of blood.

U just stood there staring, to this day I remember it well, not in the Dexter type of way, but in the "OMG what the F just happened" way.

Welcome to the country city boy.

Good story!

Now, tell me that you have castrated a sheep using your teeth and we will let you in the club -


humfrz

[86MLR]

Originally Posted by humfrz

Good story!

Now, tell me that you have castrated a sheep using your teeth and we will let you in the club -


humfrz

No teeth work, I did use those rubber bands once on a few tails and balls.

As for "that" club, cheers, but, yeah nah, you can keep that one mate.

[Tcoat]

Originally Posted by 86MLR

No teeth work, I did use those rubber bands once on a few tails and balls.

As for "that" club, cheers, but, yeah nah, you can keep that one mate.

Good call. I understand that the initiation ritual is brutal!