There is something very wrong with this country's youth...

Boobies

some place other than Charlotte nc? heaven forbid

finn_maccumhail: There is something very wrong with this country's youth...

I blame cell phones and the cancelation of the original He-Man.

Driver side door?

Bah, they just grazed it. Get those kids some glasses and make them try again.

Catch them, and then a single bullet to the head please.

Ok, ok...cane them first....40 times.

Sounds like a job for Repairman Jack.

Motivation

Jack's first fix-it happened when he was a teenager. A prankster continually destroyed his neighbor's lawn with his car, and his neighbor offered to pay him to put a stop to it. Jack helped his neighbor patch up the lawn and then set a trap for the prankster, which resulted in a trashed car and the prankster never again returning.

When he was in college, Jack's mother was killed when a delinquent dropped a cinder block onto their family's moving car from an overpass. This event was the turning point in Jack's life. After patiently staking out the overpass, Jack eventually killed the young man who killed his mother. From then on, Jack felt he had no place in his old world, dropped out of college and left "officialdom", entering his underground lifestyle in New York.

BTW, he killed the punk by hanging him from a rope as an 18wheeler went by.

Ah, if only fiction were true.

In all fairness it was just a Mazda.

it seemed fun at the time...

One of my friends pooped off an overpass onto a truck.

I lol'ed.

whatever happened to the good old days, when people threw puppies off of cliffs?

Jeebus, is Scott Templeton trying to write another Pulitzer Prize series?

Koala_Slaw: whatever happened to the good old days, when people threw puppies off of cliffs?

Times gone by my friend, times gone by.

Breakin'thelawbreakin'thelaw . . .

Oh. Sorry, I thought that said Halford County.

You missed.

I did not miss. The year was 1976, and I was living in Florida. We had orange trees in our yard, and I got the bright idea to use the top edge of the fence as a catapult to launch oranges at cars passing by on the road behind our house. I completely did not consider what might happen if I actually hit one of them. The one I finally nailed was a sports car of some sort with a t-top. My orange struck the edge of the t-top, exploding all over the driver and his terrified female passenger. I distinctly remember how completely surprised I was that I actually hit a car. That dude was PISSED. I think he would have strangled me on the spot if not for the presence of his companion.

Not impressed.

frenchcheesemuseum: finn_maccumhail: There is something very wrong with this country's youth...

Especially in Harford County. The only thing good to ever come from there is Cal Ripken, Jr. and me.

This does not surprise me at all.

don't forget about me

This happened in MY county of Maryland about a decade ago. I hope they crucify the kid.

In their defence, it was a Mazda they hit.

mciann: The one I finally nailed was a sports car of some sort with a t-top

was the guy wearing an REO Speedwagon shirt with a pack of luckys rolled up in the sleeve?

Seacop: In all fairness it was just a Mazda.

My car



does not approve.

came looking for a Repairman Jack reference, was not disappointed.

I used to live in Bel Air, so I'm really getting a kick out of these replies.

Seacop: was the guy wearing an REO Speedwagon shirt with a pack of luckys rolled up in the sleeve?

He was probably rocking to some Billy Squire as well.

gonzojohn: came looking for a Repairman Jack reference, was not disappointed.

You're lucky. I'm in the middle of The Tomb now and it's the first Repairman Jack novel I've read.

Belltower: My car



does not approve.


My sister drives on of those.

I stand by my statement

ultraholland: Seacop: was the guy wearing an REO Speedwagon shirt with a pack of luckys rolled up in the sleeve?

He was probably rocking to some Billy Squire as well

I wonder if his woman had teased bangs or the Farrah....

finn_maccumhail: There is something very wrong with this country's youth...

Yeah, they're young, and youth is wasted on them.

My lawn: get the fark off it.

Belltower: Seacop: In all fairness it was just a Mazda.

My car



does not approve.

Should've bought a Miata or something. RX8 is a sad, sad car. Buddy had to put an RX-7 motor in it to drift it. *sniff*

Seacop: Belltower: My car



does not approve.


My sister drives onE of those.

I stand by my statement


So she's hot and drives a fairly nimble little sporty car, right?

/so what if your Lambo is cooler than her Mazda
//play nice

This is a very dangerous activity. I know firsthand. The year was 1976, and I was living in Florida. I had a little sports car with T tops and my girlfriend and I were rocking out to Bob Segar and the Silver Bullet Band. I had a pack of Camels rolled up in my sleeve as the wind blew through my mullet. Then an orange came through the window, exploding all over my girlfriend covering her in sticky sweet orange juice. For her though, the simple act of smelling orange juice is a very strong aphrodisiac, so immediately she really wanted to get it on right then and there, all I really wanted to do is strangle the little pimple faced kid who pissed in his pants as soon as he saw me, so I let him go cause' I had more important things to tend to. She reached down, between my legs, eased the seat back.....

mciann: I did not miss. The year was 1976, and I was living in Florida. We had orange trees in our yard, and I got the bright idea to use the top edge of the fence as a catapult to launch oranges at cars passing by on the road behind our house. I completely did not consider what might happen if I actually hit one of them. The one I finally nailed was a sports car of some sort with a t-top. My orange struck the edge of the t-top, exploding all over the driver and his terrified female passenger. I distinctly remember how completely surprised I was that I actually hit a car. That dude was PISSED. I think he would have strangled me on the spot if not for the presence of his companion.

I don't know what we were thinking about at the time, but as a preteen a friend and I rolled an 18" ball of snow and ice down a small hill intending to have it cross the road in front of a two seater sports car coming down the road. We didn't miss either. Caved in the passenger door pretty good. That guy drove around for hours looking for us. The overhang I was hiding under got pretty cold after a while.

Spazz from Corporate: Buddy had to put an RX-7 motor in it to drift it. *sniff*

A stock motor? Why would you bother? A turbo kit will give the -8 more power than the base -7. A third rotor and forced induction will certainly boost the power, but that's hardly an RX-7 motor.

The lighter weight of the -7 probably makes it a better drift car, anyway. But seating four took priority over that for me.

A friend of mine and i once uses a sheet of cloth as a sling to fling apples from his yard at random around the neighborhood. We heard tires screeching, but didn't think it was us. We stopped anyway.

This just in: kids do stupid shiat. But if you're big enough to heave a "large chunk of concrete" over a bridge fence that's specifically designed to thwart stupid shiat, you should probably be tried as an adult.

Given that nobody was hurt or killed this time, there's still the potential for a happy ending. Say, if the little shiat tries again and drops the concrete on his own head, or falls off the bridge into the path of a vehicle large enough not to be damaged when it flattens him.

MasterJKD:/so what if your Lambo is cooler than her Mazda
//play nice

On the internet, everyone drives their dream car. :-)

Boring article. If they had a gun, none of this woulda happenned. Its always better when you rob a liqour store.

RedfordRenegade: This is a very dangerous activity. I know firsthand. The year was 1976, and I was living in Florida. I had a little sports car with T tops and my girlfriend and I were rocking out to Bob Segar and the Silver Bullet Band. I had a pack of Camels rolled up in my sleeve as the wind blew through my mullet. Then an orange came through the window, exploding all over my girlfriend covering her in sticky sweet orange juice. For her though, the simple act of smelling orange juice is a very strong aphrodisiac, so immediately she really wanted to get it on right then and there, all I really wanted to do is strangle the little pimple faced kid who pissed in his pants as soon as he saw me, so I let him go cause' I had more important things to tend to. She reached down, between my legs, eased the seat back.....

Dude. This was the 70s. He had long hair, a moustache, was listening to Barry Manilow. Mullets didn't come about until the 80s, and nobody has carried cigarettes in their sleeve since the 50s. And I had very few pimples at age 7.

/But by all means, continue the story.

frenchcheesemuseum: Ravens357: don't forget about me

And you. Where at in Harford? I'm a Deen girl.

I live in Abingdon now. I went to Bel Air High until I was asked to leave, then Edgewood. Good to see more of my folks from the county on Fark!

A few months ago some little snotty teenager and his friends threw ice off the bridge, and it hit a semi truck. We were right behind it, and the truck began to swing around the three-lane highway. He pulled off, I urged my boyfriend (it didn't take a lot of convincing) to get off, and get these kids.

He confronted them, they acted like a bunch of asses. One little kid shot my boyfriend a nasty look, and that's all he needed to decide to pursue further into the matter.

We checked on the guy, he was alright, shaken up though. Waited an hour (Yeah, a flippin' hour) for Police to arrive. We got a Lieutant, which was better than anything else. He was awesome, and took care of the matter.

The next day, my boyfriend and the Lieutant went on a little search for these kids, however, he got called out on another emergency, but my boyfriend stayed behind. The kids were walking, doing the same shiat as they were the day before, and caught two of them, while one ran. Lieutant came back on him, stopped the kid, and arrested all three. One admitted to doing it, but the other two were just as much to blame.

/Doesn't know if the kids got any punishment aside from a huge bill from the Truck's company.
//Hopes that kids would stop being such assholes.
//Also hopes the parents start teaching their kids better.

MasterOfToads: gonzojohn: came looking for a Repairman Jack reference, was not disappointed.

You're lucky. I'm in the middle of The Tomb now and it's the first Repairman Jack novel I've read.

I just started reading the Repairman Jack novels about a week and a half ago. I'm up to The Haunted Air (but I've missed one - All the Rage). Addictive books (and the reason I visited this thread).

dicks...it's that easy.

After a local death from an asshat droppin' a rock off a pedestrian bridge I worked out the kinetic energy of a 5 lb rock hittin' a windshield at 55 mph.It's the same as a .44 Mag,so since then I've felt that it's deadly force that I'm allowed to return.

Forest Hill checkin in.
If these little shaitstains did this to me or my family...I can't imagine.

If you lived in Harford County you wouldn't be surprised by this.

/from Bel Air
/Pennysaver gives better Police Stories in the Police Blotter

Ravens357: frenchcheesemuseum: Ravens357: don't forget about me

And you. Where at in Harford? I'm a Deen girl.

I live in Abingdon now. I went to Bel Air High until I was asked to leave, then Edgewood. Good to see more of my folks from the county on Fark!

I'd say not to forget about me, but I just live here now. I came from Sparrows Point.