Welcome. We have many folks who like cookies too.
-That reminds me of a shop class story.
So I had 6th period shop class. It was electronics, but not what you would think a modern electronics class would be like.
It was taught by a cool guy who was a Vietnam vet who had been a demolitions expert. He would tell us how he would crimp blasting caps behind him so if the cap went off, it would blow his ass off and not anything important like his gut or privates.
The class was an hour long but the second half was the substantive portion of the class. He would go over like 5 minutes worth of material, then let us loose.
We had soldering irons, but they were the ones used for the sheet metal class - big bulky hexagonal pieces of metal with handles that we would had to heat up in heating bins. I think. It's been so long.
Most of the electronic stuff was sanction farting around. For example, we would, with supervision, be shown how to overcharge capacitors so they would explode. We would take small transformers and give each other shocks.
Don't get me wrong, I learned a lot. Most of which I retain to this day.
However, the first class was him telling us stories and wowing us with his exploits.
One story involved a guy who had stolen his hubcaps off his sweet ride after he finished his tour and returned to Detroit. He was black and had grown up in a rough neighborhood and moved back there to be close to family. The shop teacher had put a dab of paint on each hubcap. He went around all the bars looking for his hubcaps and found them. He didn't call the cops. No-no-no, that would not do. He removed them, put three of them in his car and walked into the bar with the fourth, found the owner of the car and smacked the thief unconscious.
That's the kind of guy he was. However, I had 5th period leadership class and I was often late to shop class.
One day, I came in late, and walked into a discussion that had everyone excited. I could tell it was juicy because there were oohs and giggling.
"Do you like milk wit'chore cookies?" asked the shop teacher.
"Yes," replied the student.
"Ooooh, he likes milk with his cookies," said one student while others giggled.
Then the shop teacher noticed me.
"Ah, Mr. Cantrip."
"Yes sir," I said.
"Do you like milk wit'chore cookies?"
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Do you like milk wit'chore cookies?"
"I'm sorry, I don't understand sir."
"What I mean to say, is when you have cookies, do you like milk wit'dem?" He asked.
"Uh, yes?"
More giggles and the earlier student repeated his comment, "Ooooh, he likes milk with his cookies!"
The smiling shop teacher said, "Okay, settle down guys and open your books to chapter eight."
WTF???
To this day, I don't have any idea what the heck they were really talking about.
But I digress.
Welcome Growlf?!, this is what you can expect here. Just ignore it.
You should be more like Cantrip.
Twitchy: "I pulled a Cantrip . . ."
GivePeaceAChance: "If the Tempest had nipples, I'd pinch that shit."
Xylicon: "I'm about to deliver my [Richard] in your face for posting that stupid shit. "
WDF?: "He keeps reaming me... night after night... I'm rather sore."
GivePeaceAChance: "OMG MY NIPS ARE HARD"
llenta: "cantrip, you fail!!!"
Filliam H. Muffman: "i'm on top of dick"