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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by glenlivet, May 9, 2020.
Takes me back, too!
I’m a youngin compared to most of you guys but I know exactly what both of those smell like
I’m glad I was born before technology destroyed generational gaps
For example I have similar experiences to someone born in the 70’s -80’s
And now stuff moves along so fast that every couple years everything becomes drastically different
It's hilarious because right as I read your post, this is what I was suddenly smelling outside my window.
i had pony boy cap guns...along with many others...but those were my cowboy guns...once we got back home from church i put the guns on and then turned on the lone ranger...also had a mattell shootin shell rifle...winchester style...got one off ebay some years ago...never found the pony boy cap guns with the proper holsters i had...got a picture i me wearing them
there was a swell bubble gum factory in havertown pa...i made lots of friends from havertown from working at villanova university and was told how when they were kids they would ride their bike to the gum factory to get scraps of gum
I remember when Bazooka was a penny apiece. Right around the same time I had a cap gun. You could by extra gunpowder rolls for them just about anywhere.
Oh yes I remember. Man I’m getting old.
I remember hitting full rolls with a hammer...
Ha ha ha! Yeah, I did that too... Not even the ringing in your ears would stop you from doing it again, and again...
Cap guns and Bazooka bubble gum. I suddenly feel 10 again
Yeah, me too.
LOL. One of our local skunks blasted me awake the night before last...something must have disturbed it. We've had substantially less visits (and gas attacks) since I removed the bird feeders. Yuck!
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We used to set fire to the cap rolls and be disappointed by the "Pfff" when we were hoping for a "Boom".
We couldn’t get firecrackers so we made them from cap gun rolls. Take a straight pin and zig zag the roll, threading the pin through the dots of powder. Compress it into a cube and wrap it with scotch tape. The tricky part was slowly pulling the pin out. Sometimes the friction was enough to set it off in your hand...
That CAPS smell, you could taste it too!
Memories of hitting caps with a rock, on the sidewalk!
Just need some marbles, and Matchbox cars!
( dang, I'm a geezer!)
We didn't need no stinking cell phone baby sitters.
I remember a pal and I being walloped by his Da for stealing his bullets and hitting them with a hammer. We must have been about 5 or 6 years old!
yep..second I saw the photo, my nose started burning, and I could taste the fumes