Doesn’t this picture look like the typical “last photo ever taken of the test flight”? All smiles as it arcs up in a banking turn that keeps on going until a mound of dirt gets in the way.
Oh jesus Kathy–thank you for “watchiss!” I can’t tell you how many times I have heard that phrase right before something like a drunk backflip that intersects with the back of a chair, breaks the glass coffee table, and severs an artery.
Doesn’t this picture look like the typical “last photo ever taken of the test flight”? All smiles as it arcs up in a banking turn that keeps on going until a mound of dirt gets in the way.
darwin awards.
“I was walkin in the creek in the dark, using my frog gig as a walking stick, when waddahyaknow I tripped on a root and stuck it in my eye!”
exactly.
As we say in Ohio, “Here! Hold my beer and watchiss!!”
Oh jesus Kathy–thank you for “watchiss!” I can’t tell you how many times I have heard that phrase right before something like a drunk backflip that intersects with the back of a chair, breaks the glass coffee table, and severs an artery.
For which the appropriate response is, “jewseedat?!”
And then–”Okay lessgetthefuckouttahere”
Shoot, you were there too?
What happen to you?
Got hit by a bus.
Again?
Yep. You?
Got hit in the head with a floor buffer.
I got thrown against a wall by a floor buffer turned sander.
“That shit with hangin yourself didn’t work so good for him.”
One or the both of them should be giving the finger.