They call it "artistic cycling" and it's apparently somewhat of a thing in Europe. This was the 1st thing I saw about it a few years back -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgF_j1FPxhk
#3 I have a twin brother. We used to get into all kinds of trouble. To the point where my mom actually tied us outside to the clothes line. That way we could run to both ends of the line, but not leave the yard. I have a news paper clipping somewhere that says " Twins discover double trouble." That one was the time my mom was painting upstairs,while we were playing together downstairs. She finally realized that it was too quiet, and came down and found that we had discovered where they kept the St.Joseph orange flavored baby aspirin. She tried to get us to drink mustard in water, to make us vomit. Two year olds are not cooperative at that. I kept telling her that I only took 2 of them, but she wouldn't believe me. So a quick trip to the land of Gerber Baby Food, and the hospital, and pump our stomachs. Trust me, you can remember something from your age of only 2 years old. Because I remember very vividly asking the doctor working on me, " Are you almost done?" I said it in my mournful little boy cry, but to no avail. They put a tube down your nose and pump water in and out of you for a half of an hour. For two reasons. First,to make sure that they get you cleaned out. And to make sure that you don't ever forget the experience. And the truth was, I really did only eat two of those baby aspirin. My twin brother was always the leader into our getting in to mischief. They said that he had taken in enough that it could have killed him, if he had not gotten it pumped out. That was just one, of many scrapes me and him got into. I came running home once from playing outside, went into the bathroom and put my foot into the tub,and tried to get a bandaid on the bottom of my foot, which had a huge cut on it from a pile of glass I had stepped in. Again, my mom and her sixth sense brought her into the bathroom,and one look and it was, We are going to get that sewed up. I have a nice half moon shaped scar still on my foot. I am not surprised that my brother and I grew up just fine, but I am surprised that my mom didn't end up in the looney bin. She had two older boys and one girl before we came along. Poor, Poor, woman.
#2 is something my dog winston would have done. we would have never gotten the letter though..as far as he was concerned, if you gave it to him, it was his.
#7 seams to be a good sport in the end. That's nice to see. Silly pranks can be fun until they get out of hand.
ReplyDeleteNah, she's just waiting. Poor dude's gonna pay. As Kenny has observed; Women remember shit that hasn't even happened yet.
Delete#5. I am impressed.
ReplyDeleteThey call it "artistic cycling" and it's apparently somewhat of a thing in Europe. This was the 1st thing I saw about it a few years back -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgF_j1FPxhk
Delete#3 is something my older brother would do. We are 2 years apart. He'd try to get me with his antics. He usually did.
ReplyDelete#5 is impressive.
#7 is probably a happy family. She took it in good humor. Probably not her first time. I bet she gets him back in inventive style.
#6 turn to the left and get in front of him.
ReplyDelete#3 gets his big brother card suspended. You don't do stupid shit when your little brother is right there to do it for you.
ReplyDelete#10 a PAIR of Soy Boys!
ReplyDelete#3 I have a twin brother. We used to get into all kinds of trouble. To the point where my mom actually tied us outside to the clothes line. That way we could run to both ends of the line, but not leave the yard.
ReplyDeleteI have a news paper clipping somewhere that says " Twins discover double trouble."
That one was the time my mom was painting upstairs,while we were playing together downstairs. She finally realized that it was too quiet, and came down and found that we had discovered where they kept the St.Joseph orange flavored baby aspirin. She tried to get us to drink mustard in water, to make us vomit. Two year olds are not cooperative at that. I kept telling her that I only took 2 of them, but she wouldn't believe me. So a quick trip to the land of Gerber Baby Food, and the hospital, and pump our stomachs. Trust me, you can remember something from your age of only 2 years old. Because I remember very vividly asking the doctor working on me, " Are you almost done?" I said it in my mournful little boy cry, but to no avail.
They put a tube down your nose and pump water in and out of you for a half of an hour. For two reasons. First,to make sure that they get you cleaned out. And to make sure that you don't ever forget the experience. And the truth was, I really did only eat two of those baby aspirin. My twin brother was always the leader into our getting in to mischief. They said that he had taken in enough that it could have killed him, if he had not gotten it pumped out.
That was just one, of many scrapes me and him got into. I came running home once from playing outside, went into the bathroom and put my foot into the tub,and tried to get a bandaid on the bottom of my foot, which had a huge cut on it from a pile of glass I had stepped in. Again, my mom and her sixth sense brought her into the bathroom,and one look and it was, We are going to get that sewed up. I have a nice half moon shaped scar still on my foot.
I am not surprised that my brother and I grew up just fine, but I am surprised that my mom didn't end up in the looney bin. She had two older boys and one girl before we came along. Poor, Poor, woman.
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#2 is something my dog winston would have done. we would have never gotten the letter though..as far as he was concerned, if you gave it to him, it was his.
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