The Family That Modifies Weapons Together, Stays Together. Now Shoot Grandpa!

I've done the same modifications along with my own son, but of course ours shoots napalm and grenades now. Good for womp rats.

Up

Lacks Verisimilitude. I Didn't Hear Anything Smashed To Bits When He Threw The Football Indoors.

We would have added additional points if he ate food directly out of a can while standing in his boxer shorts in the kitchen watching wrestling on a black and white TV.

(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along, while wearing sunglasses)

"The Land Too Poor For Any Other Crop, Is Best For Raising Men."

Lil Fred is going to have to beat the women off with a rake in a few years, which of course he'll also have.


(Thanks to Bird Dog at Maggie's Farm for sending that one along)

Some Call Them Obsessive; Compulsive -- Or Borderline Sociopathic

Firefighters. Hardcore

Admit it. You get nervous when you put a stepladder up against the side of your house to clean out your gutters. These dudes are surfing a roof on a volcano.

A Little Light Entertainment

The Divers At The Base Of The Cliff Are There To Retrieve Any Baby Ruths That Might Slip Out

Go Fast. Take Chances

The circuit de Spa? Hey! I've driven that track!





The Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps

Wait Until Dad Gets Home And Sees How You Dug Up The Back Yard

Andreu Lacondeguy is a "professional freestyle mountain biker" from Barcelona, Spain.

I've lived a long time to finally see "professional freestyle mountain biker" written on a business card.

I Wish I Knew What Was Going On But I Don't Speak Whatever Strange Tongue These Guys Do

Slo-mo makes most everything interesting. But gentlemen: Deadpan delivery. Look into it.


(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest, who knows that watermelon is the only thing you can eat and drink and wash your face in -- besides Tequila)

I Don't Think You Thought Your Cunning Plan All The Way Through

All I know how to do is point a cameraphone at things, and half the time I do that sideways.

Great Moments In Cinema, Sorta: The Bambi Hunter

(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along)

A Buck Seventy On A Flexible Flyer With Wheels And A Motor

Pretty sure that's Limestone, Maine, not "Limerock." It's a closed Air Force Base: Loring.

Powered Streetluge.

Why Would A Borderline Sociopathic Boy Create A Fire Tornado? Because He Can

Well, that; and he has twelve box fans and a lighter.

Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys Rule Number One: Never Dance On The Five Yard Line

Leon Lett unavailable for comment.

Real Men Can Multitask

Warning: The Ministry Of Silly Walks Has Moved To India And Is Now Armed With Howitzers

For Some Reason Or Another, His Children Will Ask Baseball Players For Their Autograph

Yellow Cedar, British Columbia.

Lewis And Clark -- The Original Paintball Kings

Is this the coolest weapon ever? You tell me:




The Girandoni Windbüchse, or air rifle, can lay claim to the title of the first truly repeating rifle ever to be used by any military.(Austrian)

The rifle was 4 ft (1.2 m) long and weighed 10 lbs (4.5 kg), about the same basic size and weight as other muskets of the time. It fired a .46 caliber ball[2] at a velocity similar to that of a modern .45 ACP and it had a tubular, gravity-fed magazine with a capacity of 20 balls. This gravity operated design was such that the rifle had to be pointed upwards in order to drop each ball into the breech block. Unlike its contemporary, muzzle-loading muskets, which required the rifleman to stand up to reload with powder and ball, the shooter could reload a ball from the magazine by holding the rifle vertically while laying on his back and operating the ball delivery mechanism. The rifleman then could roll back into position to fire, allowing the rifleman to keep a "low profile". Contemporary regulations of 1788 required that each rifleman, in addition to the rifle itself, be equipped with three compressed air reservoirs (two spare and one attached to the rifle), cleaning stick, hand pump, lead ladle, and 100 lead balls, 1 in the chamber, 21 in the magazine built into the rifle and the remaining 80 in four tin tubes. Equipment not carried attached to the rifle was held in a special leather knapsack. It was also necessary to keep the leather gaskets of the reservoir moist in order to maintain a good seal and prevent leakage.[3]

The air reservoir was in the club-shaped butt. With a full air reservoir, the Girandoni air rifle had the capacity to shoot 30 shots at useful pressure. These balls were effective to approximately 150 yards on a full load. The power declined as the air reservoir was emptied . (Wikipedia)

So Lewis and Clark could sound like they were cutting a fart and still kill you at 100 paces. Good to know. Of course Lewis and Clark are about as Borderline Sociopathic Boy as you can get to begin with, but add in these air rifles and they become as cool as Miles Davis' bass player. 

(video via Garage Gunsmithing, recommended by David B. from Arizona)

I Don't Know How To Break It To Mr. Hennessey, But If He Gave Me One, I'd Sell It And Buy Three Shelby Cobras

Pffft. In Boston, Everyone Drives Like This Every Day

I've lived a long time. For instance, I've lived long enough to see the words "650 Horsepower Ford Fiesta."

Everything Can Be Improved By Adding Robots. Even Soccer

Robots!

OK, that's pretty cool. But where are the laser beams comin' out of their eyes, and the rockets blastin' out of their sleeves, and the nerve gas exhalations and the pain rays? I mean, really, people; the key to any sport is defense. 

I'm Taking A Short Hiatus From Blogging To Finish My New Book: Famous Russian Door Surfers

OK, I'm finished.

Belarus Rifle Riffle-Shuffle Goodness

These Boys Show Promise. We Should Totally Get Up A Collection And Buy Them Some Water Skis

If Your Mother Never Whacked Your Bottom With A Piece Of Orange Straight Track, You Were A Goody-Two-Shoes

Matchbox Cars were better. There! I said it and I'm glad.


(Thanks to Gerard at American Digest for sending that one along. I bet he had Dinky Toys)

Happy Birthday To The Only Country With Just The Right Amount Of Cowbell

Hope you're up all night with Freddie Kang, or get sparklers, or something fun like that.

Whatcha Thinkin' About?

Ladies, did you ever wonder what's going through your man's mind? Why he's making those little grunting noises while he dreams? When you're sitting on the couch, and you've just bared your soul, told him all about, well, I don't know what, I wasn't listening, but I assume it was something about cupcakes and shoes and biological clocks and labrador retrievers and any potential funhouse mirror effect a pair of pants might have on your nether regions -- when you turn to him and say, "Whatcha thinkin'?", did you ever really want to know what's going on in there, or were you just asking?

Because this is more-or-less what he's thinking. All the time. At your aunt's funeral, at the dinner table, while you're making bouncy-bouncy -- the whole lot.

Dear Intertunnel: It Has Come To Our Attention...

(Parental Warning: A little salty language)





Ahem.Is this thing On? OK.

Dear Intertunnel,
          It has come to our attention that the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys needs a theme song. Choosing such a song is, of course, fraught with peril. But then again, "fraught with peril" is the whole purpose of this place, so we do not shrink from our duty. We must have one.

         We toyed with the idea of the theme from Rawhide, of course; and Send Lawyers, Guns, And Money was a favorite of many of our team of experts. Yes, yes; I Fought The Law had its moment in the sun, and a mordant misanthrope from one of the most far-flung cubicles in our Intertunnel empire even suggested The Ballad of the Green Berets; but after a long period of commiseration and contemplation, our team of Internauts came to the inescapable conclusion that compared to Russians, we're all cautious, respectable, and sober. We yield to the greatness of Trust Me, I'm an Engineer -- the new, unofficial Official Theme Song of the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boy -- at least until we get distracted by something else shiny. 

Sincerely,
Denton Fender
Vice-President without portfolio (I lost it)
The Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys

(Thanks to the BSBFB Russian envoy, Gerard at American Digest, for sending that one along)

I'm Begging You Now; Please Don't Help Anymore

Helping ain't helping.