« Reply #523 on: Sep 15, 2012, 1:20 pm »
First one for Nick. You have to be a certain age!!
The second one is for me.


« Reply #522 on: Sep 08, 2012, 9:45 am »
Cant manage to read it right to the end for the for the tears rolling down my face. :D

« Reply #521 on: Sep 07, 2012, 6:49 pm »
lol a great story  ;D   Think I will nick it and share on FB to give a few more a laugh

« Reply #520 on: Sep 07, 2012, 6:07 pm »
From friends in OZ:

We have the standard 2 metre-high fence in the backyard and a few months
ago I'd heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the district.
To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a
 single wire along the top of the fence. Actually, I got the biggest
cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 42 kilometres of fence. I
then used an 2.5 metre long earthing rod, and drove it 2 metres into the
 ground. The earthing rod is the key, with the more you have in the
ground, the better the fence works.

                  One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Chinese 6 hp big wheel push
 mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a
fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire
and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.

                  It seems as though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all.

                     Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and
 the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Mind you, the charger
is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside
down cow on fire on the cover.

                     Time stood still.

                     The first thing I notice is my 'manhood' trying to climb up the front side
of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower
ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs
& Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was
literally at one with the engine. It seems as though the fence charger
and the piece of shit lawnmower were fighting over who would control my
electrical impulses.

                  Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ.
 Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different
times in less than half of a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel
movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back and
BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there were
minutes in between but in reality it was so close together. It was like
exhaust pulses from a big block V8 turning 8 grand.

                     At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the
 fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let
 go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences. But Dad
always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or whoever
 that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled. This one I could not let
 go of. The 2.5 metre long earth rod is now accepting signals from me
through the permadamp Murray river bottom soil. At this point I'm
thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the
lawnmower runs out of petrol.

                  'Damn!' I think, as I remember I'd just filled the tank!

                     Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping
run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it.
Covered in poop, pee, and with spew on my chest, I think 'Oh God please
die... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam
idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor
waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot.

                     So here I am in the middle of January, 42c degrees, 80% humidity, standing
in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that
day. He left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery
my own stupidity had created.

                     I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire. I woke up laying on
the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of petrol. It
was later on in the day and I was sunburned. There were two large dead
grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead
 spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on
 to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing
had somehow let go of the wire.

                     Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:

                     1 - Three of the fillings in my teeth have melted.

                     2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).

                     3 - Poop, pee, and spew when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.

                     4 - My left eye will not open.

                     5 - My right eye will not close.

                     6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little
 session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was
better than new after that.

                     7 - My nungas are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.

                     8 - I can turn on the TV in the lounge room by farting while thinking of the number 4 (still don't understand this!!!).

                     That day changed my life. I now have a newfound respect for things. I
appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make
 sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.

                     The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can
clearly visualise what my security system will do to him, and THAT gives
 me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple
check before I mow.

« Reply #519 on: Sep 06, 2012, 11:02 pm »
I've been on the Princess Margaret ... I was about 9 ... my old man went a funny colour :-)
Ian Brooks
Gloucester, UK

Mick Pike

« Reply #518 on: Sep 06, 2012, 10:12 pm »
Looked a bit like a massive plough in  ::)  ???

or lift was deliberately reduced to create the plough in to slow the craft down !!!!![size=78%]  [/size] ???


« Reply #517 on: Sep 06, 2012, 9:51 pm »
Interesting shot at the end showing the craft floating off cushion,


« Reply #516 on: Sep 05, 2012, 10:03 pm »
Sandwich's to risky  :-\

Yeah i had a dodgy bacon roll earlier and was chucking it up half hour later :(

« Reply #515 on: Sep 05, 2012, 5:27 pm »
Sandwich's to risky  :-\
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« Reply #514 on: Sep 05, 2012, 5:13 pm »
Im sat on a train eating jaffa cakes

« Reply #513 on: Sep 05, 2012, 7:01 am »
Is there anybody there ??? ???
All gone a bit quiet today ! :o
Could be cos their working Ross.
Kip ;)
Nah! It was the end of the hol's... All the kids were back at school and couldn't play ;D

Except one GNF and myself who were supping tea and eating some rather nice scones Thanks Mrs Nick   Oh yeah, the crafts coming on too!
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« Reply #512 on: Sep 04, 2012, 6:09 pm »
Could be cos their working Ross.
Kip ;)

 ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???  wwwwwwwwworking.  Whats that then ;D

« Reply #511 on: Sep 04, 2012, 5:38 pm »
I hadn't thought of that  :D


« Reply #510 on: Sep 04, 2012, 4:39 pm »
Could be cos their working Ross.
Kip ;)

« Reply #509 on: Sep 04, 2012, 3:34 pm »
Is there anybody there ??????
All gone a bit quiet today ! :o