Someone explain the below to me? Batboy

[El Presidente]

 

Is this how batman started?

What in blazers is going on here  

 

[99call]

48 minutes ago, El Presidente said:

Is this how batman started?

You forgot the necessary catch phrase. 

[99call]

49 minutes ago, El Presidente said:

What in blazers is going on here  

Of a certain age (over 35), every European I know seems to have been a pathelogical animal torturer as a child

Whether is be stories of inflating frogs, feeding birds bicarbonate of soda, burning insects with magnifying glasses.  I've always been intrigued when listening to French, German, Spanish friends, in their childhood stories of "Do you remember when, you used to..............".      It's pretty creepy, but hey....... when the television is so terrible, you have to entertain yourself somehow!

[Nino]

20 minutes ago, 99call said:

Of a certain age (over 35), every European I know seems to have been a pathelogical animal torturer as a child

Whether is be stories of inflating frogs, feeding birds bicarbonate of soda, burning insects with magnifying glasses.  I've always been intrigued when listening to French, German, Spanish friends, in their childhood stories of "Do you remember when, you used to..............".      It's pretty creepy, but hey....... when the television is so terrible, you have to entertain yourself somehow!

Thanks man, I am over 60 now and still laugh about growing up as a kid in a Spanish one horse lil' village in mid/late 1950's where we didn't have nutthing to entertain ourselves.
So we would tie empty sardine cans and play trains, we would grap cats, smear some chili on their backsides and have a Grand Prix race on main village street with them, play football on a meadow and have cows eat our tees hanging from the sideposts.
Going out with my uncle to catch frogs at the irrigation channels, holding up the bucket to catch the blood when killing a pig and running to the kitchen to have it boiled with onions and make a cake.
Trying to catch river crabs by putting arm all the way into the mud holes...

Loved it.

 

[Joeyjojo]

I have a sneaking suspicion it's not tobacco in that cigarette....

[NSXCIGAR]

Well, I guess we finally know how Covid started...

[Fosgate]

9 hours ago, NSXCIGAR said:

Well, I guess we finally know how Covid started...

Randy Marsh and Mickey Mouse..

 

 

10 hours ago, nino said:

Thanks man, I am over 60 now and still laugh about growing up as a kid in a Spanish one horse lil' village in mid/late 1950's where we didn't have nutthing to entertain ourselves.
So we would tie empty sardine cans and play trains, we would grap cats, smear some chili on their backsides and have a Grand Prix race on main village street with them, play football on a meadow and have cows eat our tees hanging from the sideposts.
Going out with my uncle to catch frogs at the irrigation channels, holding up the bucket to catch the blood when killing a pig and running to the kitchen to have it boiled with onions and make a cake.
Trying to catch river crabs by putting arm all the way into the mud holes...

Loved it.

 

I grew up through the mid to late 70's early 80's on the edge of a typical small "Blink and you'll miss it" town also, Entertainment was on our own and outdoors. Collecting frogs, spiders, turtles, peeing on electric fences, bottle rocket fights, match fightt, riding snowmobile etc.

Despite Atari coming out the later part of my childhood we were allowed no more than 30 minutes on it between 3 of us. Mother told us to go outside and find something to do or she'll find something for us to do...which meant house work so my broher and I always took of and left our sister to do that. Summer evenings we would fill one of my brothers gym sock (nylons work great but mother would get pissed) go out by the street light and whip it up in the air as high as it would go toward the bats. They would latch onto it and couldn't let go. Sock hits the ground and 4 or five of us would blugeon it to death with a shovel. Sit on a ladder in the yard with a bow and arrow after a rain and watch the ground to move and shoot the mole making it move, Make a tennis ball cannon out of soda cans and launch toads out of it. Neibor had a mean cat we used to call "Ditch Tiger" and a farmer we had weeded bean fields for had a ferel tom cat. We'd take those two out and put them on leashes tied to a fence post apart from one another but could get a foot away from each other. They would make alot of racket wanting to tear into each other. The commotionn was really good at bringing in coyotes looking for a cat meal but met us instead. 

When we were little we would bring home the occasional abandoned or wounded animal. I had 2 pet Drake Mallard ducks my mother found abandoned in our garded. After watching out for their mother for a few days and confirming they were abandoned we took them in. We named them  Frick and Frack, and one of them would follow me around when I walked or fly along side my bike. They both took off after they got independent enough. People in town thought it was so cute seeing me at the young age of 5 with a duck following me around.

Frick and Frack were replaced by an injured baby badger we found one day. The "Awe's" of the town were replaced with horror as "Blue" grew up. People would ask me if he was mine and I would say, "Yup, he's my dog."  "Your dog? you say?" "Yeah, I call him Blue cause he's a Blue Heeler." The look was always the same Trout like look and then I'd say. "You can pet him if you'd like". About a quarter of them tried and Blue would flash them his teeth and thats as far as that went. My uncle taught me to do that interaction. Had to get rid of Blue after about 1 1/2 years. He was getting a bit nippish and the final straw was digging a hole big enough to bury a riding lawn mower in my mothers garden.

After Blue we had a normal dog, or somewhat normal. He was a Spitz and was so smart it was almost creepy if it wasn't that dog was half comedian. My sister wanted him, my brother and I wanted a retriever. Sister got to choose the dog and my brother and I taught him how to hunt. She would get so pissed when we would come home with her once pretty white dog would come back covered head to toe in mud from retrieving ducks all morning.