Can't Take Me Anywhere

Ok, the water gun picture has prompted some more memories of some activities that I at least participated in and on some occasions may have orchestrated. I'll recall as many as I can remember and rely on the rest of you to fill in some other things, to include actions of your own. Some may have been alluded to in your comments already.

Gun Slinging...
Ok, even the new Supreme Court ruling on the Second Amendment doesn't redeem this, but... I think a car full of us may have gone to Johnny' Toys to visit Paul, where he worked putting together and fixing bikes. So either there or perhaps somewhere like Bigg's a few of us purchased some cap guns. I know that we used them in the skits we video taped at Matt F.'s (Matt do you still have copies of any of the videos we made?), but I don't remember if we bought them for the skit or if we used them in the skit because we already had them. Anyway at least a couple of us had Colt 45 revolver cap guns, with the orange plastic tips in place mind you. We then drove around shooting the cap guns at innocent by standers, and at the very least seriously startled a man walking in Matt's neighborhood. We were very lucky not to get caught. (Legal disclaimer: Anything on this blog that could be used in a court of law, should be considered as fictional representations of things that could have really happened, but may not have.)

...and Pebble Flinging
I don't know how many of you were on this scouting trip, but I'll add some lead-in background material to jog some memories. This was the camp at which I did the Wilderness Survival merit badge, where we hiked five mile with our pack, were given a potato and a match, and told to build a lean-to...the camp counselors (later fired) got drunk with their girlfriends under the picnic shelter and we bombarded them with our raw uneaten potatoes. I think it may have been the same camp at which there was a big emergency where a leader and/or scouts broke their legs and had to be air lifted. Then again I could be mixing all my scout camps all together. Anyway, to finally get to the story, this was the first camp which included a Sunday and we went to church services at a big amphitheater. I noticed a scout whose pants buckled out, about three to four rows ahead, which made a good basket for all the pebbles available, given the amphitheater was basically gravel covered steps. I began by skillfully tossing a pebble into the boy's pants and he didn't stir. I thought, "how could he not feel that?" So, I decided to toss another, and another, until I had at least seven pebbles in the boy's pants. He never stirred, but shamefully it was fun all the same.

YSWM
Then there was the time at Matt F.'s that we called the newspaper and listed Jughead in the classified section for people seeking companionship. I can't rememeber the details, but I think there may have been some responses.

Drive to Palmyra
Ok I am not going to post what my signs said, but several of you may remember that on our trip to Palmyra I displayed some less than appropriate signs in the back of Isaac S.'s parents copper colored minivan. Other notable things on that trip were when after 20 minutes of discussing Lake Erie, Jughead said, "Hey, everyone there's Lake Erie." In his defense, he probably had been sleeping. On the drive back, about 11pm Sister S. got too tired and there were no other leaders to drive, so they had me take a turn driving. I was really nervous considering I was tired too and didn't want to cause the untimely deaths of all my friends.

Anyway, these are just a few examples