Stupid Guest Tricks

Big Wallaby wrote:Then, you look at my age group and below (the ones that had Discovery Zone, etc.) versus you and compare the number of absolute wimps. Look at the number of guys my age who are not real men, but absolute wimps. Now there's a rant I could go off on for a while.

Must... hold... back...

Thanks for saying what I have been thinking for a long time. But what do you expect from a society that sells you things that you never needed until they told you that you did. I remember one of the first commercials that I vividly remember where that worm started to turn. It had a guy that needed some special lotion for his face, because, as we all knew, there was such a high degree of pain when we shaved. He would make painful faces and yell out in pain. I swear I would just watch it and shake my head and wonder when shaving tiny hairs off ones face became painful. Aftershave OK...but shaving...not so much.

Oh, and did you not know about acid erosion and what it does to the enamel on your teeth? Did you ever meet anyone that was "suffering" from that terrible problem because they ate too much fruit. Or, back in the day, did we carry around 55 gallon drums of water everywhere we went so we wouldn't die from dehydration. And those were the days before AC everywhere. Now you work in Air Conditioned offices where you don't break into a sweat all day long and carry a gallon jug of water that you draw off all day long. And it must be bottled water. How do you figure they fill those bottles. They don't go down to a stream and fill them one at a time. They are filled from a tap.

This could go on for hours...so like BW...I will stop.

BRWombat wrote:This is further evidence of a theory I've formulated that we love our kids a lot more than our parents loved us. I first started realizing this sad fact when I took my then-small boys to Discovery Zone, which was a marvelous indoor playground with zip lines, climbing nets, slides, etc. -- and every inch of it covered with about six inches of padding.

And what did we have? Monkey bars over concrete. :D:

Of course, it also was a case of accepting responsibility for yourself. It wasn't someone elses job to protect yourself from your own stupidity. If you couldn't use Monkey Bars without falling on the concrete then the thing to do was not to use the Monkey Bars.

Also a lot of that stuff didn't even exist...no one thought of it or had developed and convinced you of a need yet.

darph nader wrote:yeah baby,,,,,deaf for 2 days and lovin it.

What?!?!

Yeah, we would buy the caps too, but it was more fun to either borrow Dad's hammer and do them one at a time, or use a rock.

I had a bike when I was a kid, and I would go as fast as I could, especially around corners. I nearly bought it a few times. Worst thing that happened to me was falling off and skinning the heels of my hands and my knees.

The Train Bandits on Calico Train at Knott's used to use caps in their guns, until a little old lady about had a heart attack when they came through the train firing their cap guns. Now they just "click" the guns. However, it didn't stop this one elderly couple from the Netherlands from going after one of the Bandits once--the husband thought it was real, they didn't speak much English, and the husband started beating up on one of the Bandits. Yes, security was waiting for them when they got back to the depot. The Bandits have a radio in the baggage car behind the tender, where they hang out after they do their thing.

Them Dutch be watchin' way too much American television.

hobie16 wrote:What?!?!

OK. Way-Back Machine.....years ago a dumb-ass teenager fired a whole box of .357 Magnums w/o ear protection. Took 4 day to get my hearing back.

darph nader wrote:OK. Way-Back Machine.....years ago a dumb-ass teenager fired a whole box of .357 Magnums w/o ear protection. Took 4 day to get my hearing back.

What?!?!

hobie16 wrote:what?!?!

what???

hobie16 wrote:what?!?!

what? I can't hear what you're saying!

hobie16 wrote:What?!?!

It's 10 PM EST. Now get a watch and stop asking silly questions.