Breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won
I needed money 'cause I had none
I fought the law and the law won ......:-"

So Drafter, what possessed you to resurrect this "blast from the past"?

What happened to Joker when I was away? Did he miss me so much that he quit the board, ha, ha? Only a handful of posts in '16, nothing in '17, and then 2 posts on 1/30/18.

David (dpnewell)

I had it saved in the Topics thing and found it today... It's not that I remembered it.. 😟

Man this brought back memories. I was born in 1970, my parents still did these things. I even remember when it came to things like say getting an Ice Cream cone or candy my father would tell us sure as long as we could pay for it. So what we did as kids was ride around the hood on our bikes, collect soda bottles that people threw out while driving, then ride our bikes to the store and trade them in for the candy or ice cream. Best days of my life back then. I remember one summer that was how I got the money to buy the Evil Knievel motorcycle toy that you would put the bike in the lil crank thing and reve it up and the little motorcycle would take off like a bat out of hell. So not only did we recycle, as kids we learned how to work and earn our money as well and it was fun to boot.

Good GOD! I just found out what that toy is going for now. Yep I am officially now feeling OLD.

https://goo.gl/ZfjR58 

Man, this brings back some memories.

Yikes!!! I had one of those.....me and my friends covered it in model glue and set it on fire, then revved it up hit the ramp, did a backflip and smashed it into a wall......it started a small fire in the woods and we all got grounded for two weeks.......GOOD TIMES!!!!!=d>

Mr. Jones, I was a child of the 60's, and grew up in NJ. I remember covering our school books with brown paper bags. We rode our bikes all over the neighborhood w/o a helmet, and yet somehow survived. We walked to and from school everyday, and never thought of asking for a ride, nor feared being kidnapped. We would run around the neighborhood playing "war" or "cowboys and Indians" with toy guns (without the orange muzzle inserts) and never feared of being shot by a cop. We would run around the neighborhood with our BB guns without SWAT showing up. We would tell our parents that we where going out to "play" and most of the time they didn't know exactly where we where (shocking). When I turned 18, my first P/U truck had a gun rack in the rear window with rifles, and no one cared. My Dad, who went to school in the 30's and 40's would carry his loaded shotgun to and from school and hunt. He and his classmates would store their guns in the school office during school hours, yet there was never a school shooting. And yes, if we wanted something, we would do chores for our allowance, cut the neighbors grass, or get a paper route. Our parents didn't spoil us with the lastest I-phone, tablet or video game system. I didn't even get a car when I turned 17. I had to go out and work for one, and pay for the gas and insurance out of my own pocket. Today's kids could never survive in the world we grew up in.

David (dpnewell)

Damn sounds like you had a really unsafe living environment.

Someone should have called CPS on you guys...

#27 david^^^

A "DITTO" to all of that post.....
We'd get up at 6:30-7:00 in the summer, be gone all morning, come back for lunch, then out again till the bells rang around 5:30-6:00....each bell had a different ring , then the kids names would be yelled by moms all across the neighborhood...
We'd build forts, go visit real hobo camps along the Conestoga river, go fishing, exploring, battle other forts, build stingray bike jumps, dirt bomb battles, play baseball or kickball..sometimes basketball, ride bikes to the pool, go to the local variety store to buy candy...all great memories...
WE HUNTED EVERYDAY AFTER H.S. AND HAD GUNS, BOOTS AND HUNTING JACKETS IN OUR CAR TRUNKS.
I WAS on the H.S. rifle team too, it was under the auditorium stage.

The GenXers and MILLENIALS CANNOT FATHOM SUCH FREENESS AND ABANDON...

Off-POINT...but GOOD!!!

WHEN I WAS BEING USED AS A FBI-SSG TRAINING CLASS GANGSTALKING "MARK" FROM 3-2013 TO
10-2013 ....I NOTICED THESE NEW "RECRUITS" WERE TRANSFIXED ON THEIR CELL PHONES...Waiting for instructions and they had ear buds were they would get real FEILD time instruction from...when they would be listening with intent or reading their phones I would "double back" on the little PRICKS and get directly behind them...I'd watch them look frantically in front of them...then I'd cough or get "in their space" and freak them out...I DID THIS RIGHT ON THE PENN STATE CAMPUS TO A YOUNG "PAKI" ( STANI ) RECRUIT OUTSIDE OF THE VISUAL ART CENTER AND MUSEUM...HE PEED HIS PANTS..I S.A.W. THE LIQUID CIRCLE ON HIS PANTS...
During A CONCERT AT TELLUS 360 IN LANCASTER ONE NIGHT IN 2013? OR 14? I WAS SWARMED BY 25-30 AGENTS OF ALL AGES...THE QUEBALL AGENT "MISTA CLEAN" aka
"Old raisin NADS" and his wife and another couple of married agents were there watching the recruits "in training"..
My real friends were mocking me out , calling me "full of sh*t" that nobody was following me...all the while 25-30 AGENTS WERE WITHIN 50 FEET OF US AND UNDETECTABLE TO THEM, but I'd witnessed these exact PRICKS "day in day out" for over 8-16 months and knew their faces distinctly...( they N.E.V.E.R. break cover, especially when your with witnesses , I.e. your friends)
THIS 25? YR OLD LITTLE BLOND SSG TRAINEE C*NT AND her boyfriend?/FBI TRAINEE PARTNER get about 5-8 feet directly behind me ...using various "directed conversation" jabs ALL NIGHT LONG..
"LOOK AT HIM, HE'S GUILTY AS HELL", "WHERE'S HE GETTING ALL HIS MONEY", "HE SURE HAS GREAT MUSICAL TASTE", THEN THE LITTLE BEOTCH says:
"LOOK AT HIM...H.E. W.A.N.T.S. US TO BRING HIM IN FOR QUESTIONING...HELL WILL FREEZE OVER BEFORE THAT HAPPENS..."
Soooo.
After that, I go get a beer in the back of the room, "they" keep watching the concert...NOT ME...BUT SEASONED AGENT OLD RAISIN NADS EYES ARE ON ME THE ENTIRE "BEER GETTING TIME"...

I SNEAK UP RIGHT BEHIND THAT LITTLE C*NT AND GET WITHIN 6" OF THE BACK OF HER NECK AND STAY THERE FOR A GOOD 90 SECONDS...THEN BREATH DOWN HER NECK..THE BEOTCH AND BOYFRIEND FLINCH AND JUMP when they finally realize I COULDA' DONE ANYTHING I WANTED TO THEM WITHOUT THEIR KNOWING IT...SCARED THE LIVING SH*T OUTTA BOTH OF THEM...SHE TURNED WHITE AND GOT ALL FLUSTERED...
MISTA CLEAN WAS BESIDE HIMSELF, he saw the whole thing...after the two trainees left, they walked up the side walk by the yuge pane glass windows of the venue...she looked directly at me and I blew her a kiss..

BWUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Look around MILLENIALS , not at your cell phones....

Your guns were obviously inferior to today's versions.
You know, the ones that cause the shootings.

Yes, I know TG. Amazing, isn't it?

http://www.cigarbid.com/Forum/c/posts/m/4325042/David-Hogg-is-a-R-E-H-E-A-R-S-E-D-BLOOMBERG-PLANT-P-U-N-K-#post4325042 

Reference posts #21 & #23.

David (dpnewell)

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I stand by my posts on that thread as well today.