A clear conscience is usually a sign of a bad memory
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There's no way anybody could do that, but it is well done. The off camera commentary and amazement added to it.The comments that it's a Easton advertising conspiracy are hilarious. The poster all but admits it's fake, 'cause it was a school project. Well duh?
Damn kids are learning to do convincing CGI.
The pitchback was one of my favorite toys as a kid. I'd spend hours throwing balls into that thing.
"Where would we be without the agitators of the world to attach the electrodes
of knowledge to the nipples of ignorance?" ~ Professor "Dick" Soloman
I always played with my balls by myself as a child. In the snow. With idiot mittens on.
No dogs, no cats. Grandpa was very allergic, and lived with us six months out of the year.
You've like... always shown an oddly keen interest in balls, man.
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"Where would we be without the agitators of the world to attach the electrodes
of knowledge to the nipples of ignorance?" ~ Professor "Dick" Soloman
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You're nuts
A clear conscience is usually a sign of a bad memory
RIP ALBI-W3MIV RIP RUSS-W5RB RIP BOB-VK3ZL
Get em off my lawn.
A clear conscience is usually a sign of a bad memory
RIP ALBI-W3MIV RIP RUSS-W5RB RIP BOB-VK3ZL
Don't shine that light in my eyes, man.
"Where would we be without the agitators of the world to attach the electrodes
of knowledge to the nipples of ignorance?" ~ Professor "Dick" Soloman
But throwing a baseball at a door stoop was much more suited to a limited space. Those darn pitchback things would send the ball over the fence. What a PITA. The doorstoop was wonderful for trying to get the ball to come straight back at you. Quite a challenge. I'd spend hours doing that, pitching an imaginary game. I categorized how the ball came back as a ball, strike, or hit and what kind of hit.The pitchback was one of my favorite toys as a kid. I'd spend hours throwing balls into that thing.
Only problem is....sooner or later the ball'd sail right through the screened-in porch and piss off my father who had to fix it. Oops!
If it's a war on drugs, then free the POW's.