MississippiBoy is this you

[bcklash]

Guys buckle up when you read this. (I stole this from another site)
Life as a child in Mississippi ...

>
> Around age 10 my daddy got me one of those little badass compound bow
> beginner kits. Of course, the first month I went around our land
> sticking arrows in anything that could get stuck by an arrow. Did you
> know that a
> 1955 40-horse Farmall tractor will take 6 rounds before it goes down?
> Tough sumbich.
>
> That got boring, so being the 10 yr. old Dukes of Hazzard fan that I
> was, I quickly advanced to taking strips of cut up T-shirt doused in
> chainsaw gas tied around the end and was sending flaming arrows all
> over the place. Keep in mind this was 99.999% humidity swampland so
> there really wasn't any fire danger. I'll put it this way- a set of
> post hole diggers and a 3 ft.. hole and you had yourself a well.
>
> One summer afternoon, I was shooting flaming arrows into a large
> rotten oak stump in our backyard. I looked over under the carport and
> see a shiny brand new can of starting fluid (ether). The light bulb
> went off. I grabbed the can and set it on the stump. I thought that
> it would probably just spray out in a disappointing manner...lets
> face it to a 10 yr old mouth-breather like myself ether, really
> doesn't "sound" flammable. So, I went back into the house and got a 1
> pound can of pyrodex (black powder for muzzle loader rifles).
>
> At this point, I set the can of ether on the stump and opened up the
> can of black powder. My intentions were to sprinkle a little bit
> around the ether can but it all sorta dumped out on me. No biggie...
> 1 lb pyrodex and 16 oz ether should make a loud pop, kinda like a
> firecracker you know? You know what? Screw that I'm going back in the
> house for the other can. Yes, I got a second can of pyrodex and dumped it too. Now we're cookin'.
>
> I stepped back about 15 ft and lit the 2 stroke arrow. I drew the
> nock to my cheek and took aim. As I released I heard a clunk as the
> arrow launched from my bow. In a slow motion time frame, I turned to
> see my daddy getting out of the truck... OH CRAP he just got home
> from work. So help me God it took 10 minutes for that arrow to go
> from my bow to the can. My daddy was walking towards me in slow
> motion with a WTF look in his eyes. I turned back towards my target
> just in time to see the arrow pierce the starting fluid can right at
> the bottom. Right through the main pile of pyrodex and into the can. OH CRAP!
>
> When the shock wave hit, it knocked me off my feet. I don't know if
> it was the actual compression wave that threw me back or just reflex
> jerk back from 235 fricking decibels of sound. I caught a half a
> millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion and
> I will tell you there was dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft
> above the ground as far as I could see. It was like a little low to
> the ground layer of dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a crawfish or two.
>
> The daylight turned purple. Let me repeat this...THE FRICKING
> DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE.
>
> There was a big sweetgum tree out by the gate going into the pasture.
> Notice I said "was". That son-of-a_____ got up and ran off.
>
> So here I am, on the ground blown completely out of my shoes with my
> thundercats T-Shirt shredded, my daddy is on the other side of the
> carport having what I can only assume is a Vietnam flashback:
>
> ECHO BRAVO CHARLIE!! YOUR BRINGIN' EM IN TOO CLOSE!! CEASE FIRE!!
> CEASE FIRE!!!!!
>
> His hat has blown off and is 30 ft behind him in the driveway. All
> windows on the north side of the house are blown out and there is a
> slow rolling mushroom cloud about 2000 ft over our backyard. There is
> a Honda 185s 3 wheeler parked on the other side of the yard and the
> fenders are drooped down and are now touching the tires.
>
> I wish I knew what I said to my dad at this moment. I don't know - I
> know I said something. I couldn't hear. I couldn't hear inside my
> own head. I don't think he heard me either... not that it would
> really matter. I don't remember much from this point on. I said
> something, felt a sharp pain, and then woke up later. I felt a sharp
> pain, blacked out, woke later....repeat this process for an hour or so and you get the idea.
>
> I remember at one point my momma had to give me CPR so dad could beat
> me some more. Bring him back to life so dad can kill him again. Thanks Momma.
>
> One thing is for sure... I never had to mow around that stump again,
> Momma had been *****ing about that thing for years and daddy never
> did anything about it. I stepped up to the plate and handled
> business. Daddy sold his muzzle loader a week or so later. And I
> still have some sort of bone growth abnormality either from the blast or the beating. Or both.
>
> I guess what I'm trying to say is, get your kids into archery. It's
> good discipline and will teach them skills they can use later on in life.
> > Author Unknown

[Tavery5]

I don't care who you are, that's some funny stuff.

[bamabassman]

Bwaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 i am litterly rolling on the floor!!!!!!!!!!!

Dats our boy form mississippi alright!!!!