06-11-2004, 08:42 PM
When I was a kid I use to play on the railroad tracks with a friend.
First, we started out putting coins, then bottles, until we finally put a refrigerator with some chains tried to the railroad ties.
The train hit that fucker and sent it about a hundred or so yards. We would hide in the bushes and wait for the helicopters and cops to clear out before we'd go back to his house and get into some more trouble.
Another time we use to drop cinder blocks onto school buses from a tree fort overhanging the road.
*BOOM*
Brakes screeching to a halt, bus driver cussing up a storm. We'd be gone running into the barn, hiding...
First, we started out putting coins, then bottles, until we finally put a refrigerator with some chains tried to the railroad ties.
The train hit that fucker and sent it about a hundred or so yards. We would hide in the bushes and wait for the helicopters and cops to clear out before we'd go back to his house and get into some more trouble.
Another time we use to drop cinder blocks onto school buses from a tree fort overhanging the road.
*BOOM*
Brakes screeching to a halt, bus driver cussing up a storm. We'd be gone running into the barn, hiding...
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