Haven't Been Banned Yet:

Do you see that , Mods? Robert would rather be beaten with a strap instead of a banning. If he misbehaves, you won't get his Schecter, but he will send you a strap to beat him with.

I will pass on the strap, I am shooting for some Tar, I will provide my own feathers.
Looks like we are gonna have an uphill battle banning this one.
 
chilipeppermaniac said:
Do you see that , Mods? Robert would rather be beaten with a strap instead of a banning. If he misbehaves, you won't get his Schecter, but he will send you a strap to beat him with.

I will pass on the strap, I am shooting for some Tar, I will provide my own feathers.
Looks like we are gonna have an uphill battle banning this one.
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I have a real nice leather razor strop...
 
chilipeppermaniac said:
Robert would rather be beaten with a strap instead of a banning. If he misbehaves, you won't get his Schecter, but he will send you a strap to beat him with.
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Well there goes my ultimate plan----- I was going to threaten banning and take bribes-----guitars-----wives---daughters---credit card #'s ---- what ever----(Chili you where going to have to send a PEarl Kit) ......but now --- the plan is up----

the JIG IS UP GUYS ----- they are onto us------ get em hooked and make them send in gear --- pay to play aint gonna fly -----
Son of a BITCH! -------awh crap did I type that outloud?????

DOUBLE son of a BITCH!

(mumbles off cursing --wringign hands and formulating a new plan to get Roberts Schecter and Sp8ctres BLue SG beastie)
 
In the summer of 1972, I was touring the midwest with a band called "Bad Oscar." Our 1961 GMC bus decided to take a dump next to a huge cornfield. As we sat outside waiting for help from nearby Danville, IL. I kept hearing the sound of thousands of fingers snapping, but there was no horde of beatniks to be seen. I realized, I was hearing the corn grow, as hundreds of thousands of stalks expanded. There, totally off topic. Am I banned now?
 
Robert Herndon said:
In Kentucky in the Summer of 1980, we had sword fights with corn stalks....talk about cutting like a razor!!!!
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Every summer after my Great Grandpa plowed the field we had dirt clod fights...talk about a bruise if someone got you good...

...then around age 12 we decided BB gun fights were appropriate...until I got shot in the thumbnail...
 
Sp8ctre said:
Every summer after my Great Grandpa plowed the field we had dirt clod fights...talk about a bruise if someone got you good...

...then around age 12 we decided BB gun fights were appropriate...until I got shot in the thumbnail...
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My stepdad lost his eye after his Uncle shot it with a BB once. Had a glass one ever since.

Bidd, u must send me that SG with Moon Inlays or face a permanent Banning.
 
A couple of years ago, I had a cyst form on my back, which grew to the size of a lemon before bursting to reveal a tiny piece of gravel that had been there since my 1976 motorcycle crash. Why it suddenly irritated the tissue after all that time, no clue. Adrian, I too have a piece of pencil lead in my left forearm, placed there under hostile conditions.
 
Lead Brothers then. :) As many motorcycle--skateboard- car-3 wheeler-Dirt Bike and Skiing accidents as I have ahd ---- its a wonder I still have all my parts--- much less extra bits mulling around there......however --- there was a particularly sadistic nurse at the local Emergency Room (my mother had her own coffee mug at the Hosipital---seriously) the nurse took great pleasure in using GAUZE to "clean" ----basically scrape--- all the gravel out of road rash--- the broken bones never hurt as bad as the cleaning out of the road rash.......my entire right arm from shoulder to hand was road rashed in one accident---- broke the wrist too---as I recall it was over an hour of scraping "cleaning" and tweazer picking.........the broken wrist was NOTHING ---- then they cast it---- and the road rash heals----- the cotten inside the cast---- and when you get the cast off they rip it all back open..........

Ah the fun of youth and exuberance......but that was the last time I went "surf boarding" (skateboarding with a rope---puled behind a Dirt bike on the street)

I am guessing I owe nurse Satan a debt of gratitude ----she was evil --- but she got all the gravel bits out! :)
 
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