I don't think burning your hair off is a good idea. It's probably as bad of an idea as trying to take a flaming shot (NWS ADS). I certainly wouldn't use lighter fluid if you're going to try it. In fact, I'd stick to wax strips instead.
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I don't think burning your hair off is a good idea. It's probably as bad of an idea as trying to take a flaming shot (NWS ADS). I certainly wouldn't use lighter fluid if you're going to try it. In fact, I'd stick to wax strips instead.
My grandparents came from a long line of factory workers from the West Midlands in the UK (the home of God knows how many revolts and rebellions, sword-, gun- and munitions factories and the Industrial Revolution!)...
My Granddad was a nice quiet guy but probably normally hard as a working geezer from that time. His uncle was a prizefighter at the time of the Tipton Slasher (and the same neck of the woods though I'm sure I'd have been told about it if they ever fought), whose main job was a slaughterman. There is a newspaper piece from the time about him KOing cows with a punch and wrestling bulls to cut their throats. He was knwon as Jump-up Jack cos he was very short and he had to jump up to reach most of his opponents.
One of his brothers got the Mons Star (or was it Cross?), and was shot three or four times in the First War, but lived to his eighties.
But my Grandma... my Grandma... My Grandma was monster! Tall and beefy, usually if my father was being bullied by other kids, she'd throw crocks and pots at him and clout him round the head till he went back out and fought them... and he is 6'4 and (now) 21 stone!
But just the once she went out against the mother of a local ruffian...
called round her house (the old back-to-backs), pounded on the door, and when the offender squared off and started taking her jacket off for the fight, my Grandma decked her, taking advantage of her hands being tied up in the jacket sleeves! That was the end of that one!
My late Grandfather was a retired Colonel for the 100th, one of two all Japanese divisions fighting for the U.S. in WWII. He lost his hand in the war, and became the caretaker for Punchbowl, the national cemetary in Oahu. Here's an article where he recounts one of the battles.
He only had one hand? My Grandma would have definitely taken him! :D
That's interesting Gene. Sounds like a rare man. Can't get the link though. :(
His right hand was crippled from shrapnel and had limited functionality. He could still drive and shoot with it, in fact, he shot a bear long after he retired. It was just flesh, bone and connective tissue, and he could whip it around like a morning star. This sounds a bit gross, but he used to crack my head with it when he was annoyed with me. It was like being hit with a rock.
Hey guys, my grandpa is called Harry too, no joke.
Hes my dads dad and was a great guy, although i didn't meet him
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Originally Posted by GeneChing
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OMg :eek: This isnt funny , sorry gene but i just laughed so hard i thought i would get a hernia.
I was just reading on the 147 things you didnt know about gene and i came across the morning star hand, i found this so twisted i thought to myself how the hell could anyone come up with that. No seriously the rest of the thread seemed ok apart from this one post.
Then i see here that its true and i thought, the one thing i find so twisted and its true. I just couldnt stop laughing.
Not to say the other things arent true ;)
Oso, sorry to hear about your loss. I have lost close family members this year as well. My Chinese friends all tell me that `05 is a very unlucky year. They are superstitious and informed me that in this unlucky year not to open up business, get married things like that. Guess they were right, lost my Mom to lung disease.
My Grandpa`s did not compare with the rest here but. One was a mechanic who after all was said and done had a tub full of cold beer and shucked oysters under an old oak tree... everyday. My other Grandpa lived on a popular fishing lake in Winter Haven Fla, when the bass fishing tourny guys drifted near his lakeside pier, he`d get his shotgun and go out and shoot over their heads. Best part about him was, my Poppi told me he was banging young hotties right up to the end.
...I wish I could make stuff up like that. I could be a great writer. Fortunately, the world is weird enough that all I have to do is observe. As for the rest of the stuff on that thread, I catagorically disavow any knowledge of their actions...
My grandpa was an original, that's for **** sure. He was an ornery SOB, but he must have had to have been to excel as a Japanese-decended officer in the US Army during WWII. Things were quite different then - can you imagine the commanders of an all Iraqi battallion now? Note that we still have yet to intern Americans of Iraqi descent, but that happened in a heartbeat for Japanese Americans in WWII.
Gene i know where your coming from, esp with the ornery SOB statement, my dad was in a war and he could have easily fit that description, when he used to train people he wouldnt stop until they fainted, he once broke a bench over a guys back during training because he got upset at the guy not being up to the training standard. That was the least of it.
However after the war all the people from his team survived and they would come with their families to thank him because they realised why he was so hard on them before and how his training kept them alive.
Let's see....
1. Oso's recovering from shoulder surgery and is on pain meds
2. He can't do much, because of #1, so he might be a bit bored.
3. It doesn't take much shoulder strength to light a match
4. There's usually tequila in his and his girl's house
So therefore:
I got $10 that says he tries to burn off some chest hair.
:D
My grandfather grew up in brooklyn like the movie "once upon a time in america." Him and his friends used to dive off the brooklyn bridge. He once threw 2 big guys off the balcony of a movie theater for flirting with my grandmother.
But I think he gets close to clinching it with the time he cut a tumour out of his own chest with no anesthetic.