This one was loosely based on a real experience. One day, when bored, my dad and my brother and I took a large Y-shaped tree branch, slashed a bike tire inner-tube and made an enormous slingshot. In behind our house was a giant field. We decided to use it as our firing ground. The tension required to pull back the slingshot was so great that one person had to brace the bottom of the slingshot against a fence with his whole body while the other two pulled back.
We didn’t fire boulders like Daphne and Colin are doing here. Rather, we fired small rocks. It was amazing, though. The first rock went straight into the stratosphere and made this frightening roar that sounded exactly like a TIE fighter from the Star Wars movies. That thing kept us amused for hours. We have no idea how far the rocks went because they vanished from sight in an instant. We liked to think that we were hitting the apartment buildings a mile away.
We used to make baby Jesus cry all the time.
Reminds me of the time my Dad and I rigged a nail gun to fire without the safety. Then sunk nails an inch into the neighbor’s barn about 100 feet away.
You take disastrous recklessness to new levels.
True dat
The writers of Quake would be proud.
Wait, Quake had writers?
Probably the same guys who caption Lolcats.
Quake would have been WAY better with captions. Regrettably, The Colonel is too busy to go hunt for Quake source and add it, altho the idea has merit.
I KNOW NOTHING!
This reminds me of one the stories my dad tells of growing up on acres of open farmland. He and his friends would put on their yellow raincoats, then build forts in the fields and have wars with their slingshots, using “meadow muffins” (cow droppings) for ammunition.
One of the boy’s father worked at the local airport, and one time he brought home the inner tube from an airplane. My dad and his friends got an old metal slide, cut the tube and tied it to the handles at the top of the slide. One boy would sit at the top, and holding the inner tube would slide backwards to the bottom of the slide. Then the other boys would load up the inner tube, and then let it fly, raining piles of manure across the field. It was the ultimate weapon in their battles for dominance of the cow pastures.
I think, setting something like that up, that it would be only a matter of time before they chose to use their mega-slingshot to fire a kid. Which would be really funny in a cartoon and likely fatal in real life.
Chickens… not a kid! Just so it knew the beauty of flight (until unscheduled impact into terrain) – and became dinner.
Assuming it was trackable!
Chickens and their feathers would have too much drag. I don’t think they’d fire right at this velocity.
You freeze them first.
I’d think with the right inner tube a frozen drumstick could achieve escape velocity
That’s genius! Trust a Colonel to know his chicken.
This is why MORE “Recent Comments” would be nice.
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FINE!
Exxxxcellent, Exxxxcellent….
(fingertenting)
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Evil laughs are the best laughs. Because they start with ‘b’.
Or ‘m’. Mwahahahahahahahahah!
True. The ‘m’ works nicely for evil.
Puck has great observational skills!
The greatest. A veritable Heimdall.
I watched as golf balls were launched out of a university tower dormitory window dissappear whilst flying towards a nearby river.
Were they anything like the attack ships off the shoulder of Orion?
Hey, when you need a driving range from the comfort of your own home…
“The sea was angry, that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli.”
All the time?