SHOW-AND-TELL ITEM OF THE WEEK SO FAR
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He just thought it would be cool to bring it to school
He was right.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | April 25, 2007 at 12:50 PM
Totally awesome.
Posted by: MOTW | April 25, 2007 at 12:51 PM
*SMACKS the kid's parents*
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 12:52 PM
now the parents may not have known anything about it. We (my brother and I)had a mortar thrower when we were kids...
Posted by: mm | April 25, 2007 at 12:55 PM
And here I thought it was going to be a weapon for a different type of warfare....
Posted by: DeskDiva | April 25, 2007 at 12:58 PM
*snork* @ mm.
Rough neighborhood?
Posted by: DeskDiva | April 25, 2007 at 12:59 PM
At least it wasn't active!
Posted by: almne | April 25, 2007 at 01:00 PM
I don't know about that, DD. OVYL built a functioning trebuchet for the fifth grade science fair.
mm - did anyone else know about that?
Posted by: MOTW | April 25, 2007 at 01:02 PM
give the kid a break, he probably just wanted to start the day with a bang.
Posted by: crossgirl | April 25, 2007 at 01:10 PM
well, the police did about 10 years later when we decided to turn it in. Oh and by then my mom knew too. We lived cross the street from an Army/Navy reserve center. Sometimes they left stuff out, there was all kinds of cool stuff to find on Monday after reserve weekend...
Posted by: mm | April 25, 2007 at 01:18 PM
I'm just browsing the headlines on wftv...
Teachers having sex with students, mothers trying to run over their sons, guns in the bathroom at school, & a self-taught dentist working out of his garage... .
What is in the water!?
Posted by: jon | April 25, 2007 at 01:20 PM
jon- apparently not enough prozac.
When I was in junior high, we got a presentation from the cops about drugs and how bad they were. The cops passed around a display case featuring a few real joints so we could see what they looked like. When the cops got the case back, someone had added one to it.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 01:24 PM
mm, you outlaw you!!
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 01:25 PM
*preens*
Why, thank you, Siouxie!
Posted by: mm | April 25, 2007 at 01:41 PM
For show and tell in second grade I walked in to my school shouldering a rifle from the War of 1812, got a few strange looks on the way, but otherwise nothing much. Life was different in the 60s...Bet my kid couldn't get away with that now.
A mortar thrower woulda been way cooler.
Posted by: a different dave | April 25, 2007 at 01:46 PM
We only had machetes in Cuba for show & tell...
*sigh*
ya'll had the best STUFF!!
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 01:47 PM
Dang, Sio... Show and Tell must have looked like payday at the cane field office! Did you have to cut cane on the way, to and from school? Uphill? Both ways?
Posted by: CJrun | April 25, 2007 at 02:07 PM
We had a kid do the same thing in my class when I was in the sixth grade (in the 1970s). Teacher told him to take it home.
Posted by: ken in jax | April 25, 2007 at 02:12 PM
CJ, I worked the tobacco fields.
Care for a Cuban?? ceegar, of course.
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 02:15 PM
DD, does that 'Sea of Love' thingy come with Dramamine?
I grew up in rural N. Fla and while we didn't take our guns to school, we sure were out plinking with them every weekend.
Posted by: the world has a fivver | April 25, 2007 at 02:17 PM
You know, Lex Luthor was always making nuclear bombs and laser death rays and bringing them to school....
He spent more time in detention than anyone I knew. Ah, good times...
Posted by: Clark Kent | April 25, 2007 at 02:27 PM
Geez, kids these days. Don't even know what fun is. Why, back in my day, we'd grab us a coupla rocks and shape em and whittle em down to sharp little pointy things. Then, we'd jab at the teachers and the nerdy kids and club em and stuff and if that warn't enuff we'd hang em off a stick and roast em right next to the wooly mammoth. Yep, them were the days, right there. Good times, good times.
Posted by: casey | April 25, 2007 at 02:35 PM
We had guns, machetes, swords, and a strange smell coming from the basement.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 02:45 PM
"He just thought it would be cool to bring it to school..."
He just wanted to hear his friends say, "You da bomb."
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 02:51 PM
*snork's* @AWBH!
Posted by: smartypants | April 25, 2007 at 02:53 PM
I am surprised. I thought in Texas you were forced to show up armed for school.
Posted by: Addicted to 24 | April 25, 2007 at 02:55 PM
*SNORK* waaaaaaay up top to DPC.
Posted by: DeskDiva | April 25, 2007 at 03:06 PM
Maybe he was in the Renegade Grenade Brigade. You know, kind of like Future Farmers of Amreica.
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:06 PM
Stevie W - re you a member of "Future Spellcheckers of Amreica"?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 03:07 PM
Stevie - are you a member of Future Spellcheckers of Amreica?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 03:08 PM
I'm a member of Repetitive Redundancy Resources of Amreica.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 03:09 PM
No. re you?
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:10 PM
*sits in front row*
let the games begin!
Annie 1 Stevie 1
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 03:14 PM
No. I get claustrophobic in caves.
(I hereby nominate myself for worst pun of the day.)
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:14 PM
*sets up a ringside concession stand*
Gumballs! Getcher gumballs here! Blogaritas, two bucks! NT's special recipe blog brownies, a buck fifty! I said Getcher gumballs here!
Posted by: DeskDiva | April 25, 2007 at 03:16 PM
yip.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 03:16 PM
oooh...spelunking...I get it now.
Whatever you do, don't go hiking in Orange County.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 03:18 PM
Sxi - doesn't Annie get her usual handicap?
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:19 PM
Stevie- who needs a handicap when I have you? :)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 03:21 PM
Oh yeah, Stevie...
*blindfolds Annie and ties her hands behind her back*
now you've got a chance ;-P
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 03:23 PM
Be careful what you wish for.
A big LOL on the bunnyland story...I'll have to go take a hike. Can the ceramic ones be as vicious as the real ones?
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:24 PM
%#$^@......hard 2 type like dis........
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 03:26 PM
Heaven knows what she's typing with.
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:27 PM
Bunnies are nothing but...I don't know how else to put this....animals. Do NOT turn your back on them. Ever.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 03:27 PM
*not biting at the obvious*
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:28 PM
Do NOT turn your back on them. Ever. Unless you are planning some sort of trick-shot when thou lobbest thy Holy Hand Grenade.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | April 25, 2007 at 03:29 PM
I've never had a problem with them. They are a good judges of human character.
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:30 PM
psssttt...Stevie, she's typing with a computer
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | April 25, 2007 at 03:30 PM
Sorry, Annie...just trying to give Stevie a bit of an advantage.
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 03:30 PM
I've been around bunny rabbits - it ain't yer back ya gotta worry about....
Posted by: Kathybear | April 25, 2007 at 03:32 PM
Here ya go, Chris...The Holy Hand Grenade.
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 03:33 PM
Whatever you do, don't go hiking in Orange County.
Methinks the Mystery Gnome society is at it again...
Posted by: mm | April 25, 2007 at 03:35 PM
Gotta go, frenz. Besides, Annie's tired.
Later.
Posted by: Stevie W | April 25, 2007 at 03:35 PM
Does not really light up or explode.
So, now returning full-circle to where we started, this would be a safe grenade to take for show-and-tell in second grade.
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | April 25, 2007 at 03:37 PM
yep.
I like the rabbit on there and the "action shot" lol
Posted by: Siouxie | April 25, 2007 at 03:50 PM
My brothers used to make home made bombs, perfect for blowing up mailboxes and just generally startling the hell out of the whole neighborhood by the loud bang. He made them with a plastic bottle, hydrocloric acid and aluminum foil. He exploded one in our front yard for fun once, and it was so freakin loud we could not stop laughing picturing the whole neighborhood jumping up and yelling "WHAT THE HELL?!" I have since grown.
Posted by: Bethie | April 25, 2007 at 04:31 PM
*snork*
Right, Bethie. ;)
Posted by: DeskDiva | April 25, 2007 at 04:49 PM
The kid's grenade would have been acceptable if it had been enclosed in a quart ziplock baggie.
Posted by: Meditrina | April 25, 2007 at 04:52 PM
I always wondered where holy hand grenades were made.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 05:10 PM
For shame, Annie. Stealing bandwidth makes Baby Jesus cry! ;)
Posted by: DeskDiva | April 25, 2007 at 05:18 PM
DD - that's hilarious. I linked to a picture of the Grenade Holiness Church in Arkansas. I guess they don't like us linking to it. Sheesh.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 25, 2007 at 05:28 PM
Still - a funny church name! Gives a whole new meaning to Parish Wars.
Posted by: DeskDiva | April 25, 2007 at 05:37 PM