The good old belt dance. Can't do that anymore ... but you can send them to school for gender reassignment.I hear that that's now a felony.
Times, they are a-changin'
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The good old belt dance. Can't do that anymore ... but you can send them to school for gender reassignment.I hear that that's now a felony.
Times, they are a-changin'
We had those too. Used to have shoot outs with the girl across the street. Instead of asking her out on a date, my dumb ass was too busy popping her with BB's.BB gun wars were a regular as young kids.
I hear that that's now a felony.
Times, they are a-changin'
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I grew up with in walking distance from the San Joaquin River. BB gun wars were a regular as young kids.
We had those too. Used to have shoot outs with the girl across the street. Instead of asking her out on a date, my dumb ass was too busy popping her with BB's.
I remember that well. My mom liked a switch.
I always say my first job was working on a famr, bailing hay and straw for $2.50 an hour. I was 11 years old.
My first business was trapping and selling muskrat pelts when I was in second grade, which I guess made me about 8 years old.
I used to get $1.00/pelt. The guy who bought them from me would pay $2.00 if I delivered the pelt only. After trying to skin one of them critters once, I thought taking the $1 cut was worth it. I lived between two creeks and the area was crawling with muskrats.
Haven't seen one in years though.
Same as pheasants.
Times, they are a changin'.
When I was a kid, they would sell us cigarettes with no problem. One corner grocer would keep a pack of Wings open and sell them to us 2 for a nickel.Yup.
Learn to swim by not drowning.
Collecting soda bottles to buy 22 shells. They would not sell us a beer, but ammo, no problem.
Leave the house in the morning come back in the dark.
No cell phones
When I was a kid, I bought them out of a cigarette machine for 25 cents a pack.When I was a kid, they would sell us cigarettes with no problem. One corner grocer would keep a pack of Wings open and sell them to us 2 for a nickel.