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Jon Ebner and I dressed up in heavy corduroy winter jackets, welding gloves and snowmobile helmets. We built a couple of cinder block and 2x10 ramps. And then...we began "aerial" jousting with 8 foot fluorescent bulbs. I survived childhood despite myself.
Thanks Carl!
But then we had worse ones. In the Army we were trained on how to respond if you see a mushroom cloud.
First was the official training: lay down facing away from the blast, rifle under torso, face down. Hands over eyes, thumbs in ear. Feet together.
Why feet together? So the backwave didn't lunch a branch up yer arse. Yup.
After this was the "real training" which went like this:
"Now the reality is just bend over and kiss your ass goodbye" ;)
Then they grew up and dealt with reality.
What a way to start the day!
Thanks, OUC! LOL!
He is the Pete in For Pete's sake” originated as a substitute for “for Christ's (or God's) sake,” and other similar expressions—as using a shortened form of the disciple St. Peter's name instead was considered less offensive.
So why not, for Dan's sake, Carl's sake, Nancy's sake, Freedom's sake or for saking Pete, Brian, Mac, Dino...etc...etc...etc