Discussion in 'The Bar' started by Super Mario, Nov 6, 2012.
Wow........this changes everything............who knew???
I just thought the joke was being a smart ass and stating the obvious.......whoaaaaaah
This is turrible
ever plucked a chicken, Mario?
I used to have to chase them around after my grandpa cut their head off, and pluck the bastards.
no I would have been running around crying trying to save them I love chickens.
my grandparents did though .
I had a neighbor that would grab them by the head and swing them around until their bods twisted off, then they'd flap around headless. It was a show.
when I expelled from middle school I had to go to a school for bad kids called North Star Academy. THey had to have me skip a level(eighth grade) So I was a year younger than everyone in the school. I would always run my mouth to all the older kids so I got nicknamed Chicken wing
It's hard to re-attach a head, but I'd love to see you trying to put them back together.
I'll give you 3 guesses on what used to be attached to the rafters of my grandparents basement. Do keep in mind that I was born and raised country. GO!!!
If you really want to freak them you grab them by the head swing them around and then snap your wrist.
rafters is that like a wall??..........A dear head??
You turned out pretty well with all the horror stories that you had growing up . jesus Christ.
I mean being a kid and making drum sticks is weird but at least you did not turn to cross dressing, scat or pedophilia
Dude........that's just mean!!!! At least grandpa would grab them by the head, pull them over a log and chop their heads off right quickly!!!! It IS a little funny to see their headless bodies run around for a minute or 2 though.
Rafters = the beams in your ceiling. Unfinished basement, so all the (2X4's?) were all exposed. Lots of beams/thick boards supporting the floor ceiling.
No on the deer head. It was a large basement, with lots of beams. The ceiling used to be riddled with them.
2 more guesses!
dead rabbits ....dead racoons ??
That's 2 guesses............and both wrong.
Beaver balls. He was a trapper, and when you walked into the basement, it looked like a plethora of brown Christmas lights strung up all over the rafters of the ceiling. I've never been entirely sure of his "business" involvements, but apparently he sold them to cosmetic companies. I guess they make perfumes and lipsticks and shit, out of beaver balls.
whoah!! that is beyond disturbing. did they leave a bad smell??
Depends on how you feel about the smell of rotting balls. He hung them up to dry them out - and they definitely had a "special" odor.....but you grow accustomed.