*ugh*

Who wants to come over and fix our dead washing machine?

a sawzall and an Oxy-Acetylene torch fixes everything...

hmm...a semi-pattern until Keith showed up.

I'm going back to topic of death and fire and food with some bacon pron. Three pounds of thick-sliced yumminess over Jack Daniels briquettes with whiskey barrel chunks (pricey at Safeway but great!) I lost a few slices to the talons below the grate that kept hooking them (the flareup below the piggies once the lid was removed).

Originally Posted by kpeevyhouse

*ugh*

Who wants to come over and fix our dead washing machine?

When I was in summer camp. A Cockatoo attacked a washer.
It wasn't pretty. It tore that washer up!!
Amazing the power of their beaks...

City, that looks delicious!

T minus 7 hours 40 minutes until that guy jumps from a balloon at 120,000 feet!

Anybody who's up at 5:30am Pacific Time can watch it live at:

Red Bull Stratos - freefall from the edge of space (0 min 0 sec)

Anybody who's up at 5:30am Pacific Time Can call my phone & get the vaoice mail!

Good luck Mr. Jablonski!

hmm... I remember this happening when I was a kid, right? What's different now?

Other than somebody calling me instead of my alarm clock going off?

Oh yeah, I have smoked bacon, that's what's different.

Don't try this at home. It's really cool, though. . .

Molotov Cocktail in Slow Motion - The Slow Mo Guys (3 min 58 sec)

Originally Posted by Mr. Universe

Don't try this at home. It's really cool, though. . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfvce...eature=g-all-u

It's all good fun til grandma's house burns down.

All this talk about fishing reminded me of years ago (40+), when I went eel poaching with my father. We'd go out at night in a little rowing boat, fill the boat about ankle deep with water (wearing boots), using short sticks as fishing rod, and an old nylon stocking filled with worms as bait. We'd shine a light into the water. The eels would be attracked by the light, nibble on the bait, and their teeth would get stuck in the nylon stocking. Then a quick swing with the rod over the boat, the eel, coming out of the water would wiggle itself free from the nylon and fall in the boat.

On a good night, between the two of us we'd catch 150 - 200 eels...
No wonder it was illegal...

Mmmm, unagi.

I'm sure I could find something mischievous to do with 200 eels.

Smoke 'em, fry 'em in salted butter with onions & garlic, boil 'em with lots off parsley...
Ofcourse, that was in the days I did not keep to the Jewish dietary laws...

Originally Posted by kpeevyhouse

I'm sure I could find something mischievous to do with 200 eels.

eeeew. . .