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Thanks for adding yet one more nightmare to my inventory.

Saw this & loved it.

One of my nephews is a dragon slayer in Omaha, NE.

....... you can rest assured that ..... THEY WANT TO !

BTDT. That helmet must weigh about 50 pounds with all that ice on it.

Just curious , can they kill you?

Once upon a time my wife decided that I needed to get out more. Needed to spend some time with other people – not just “go to work, come home, be with the family”. So she announces to me that I am going out, that night, with Larry. Larry is the father of a friend of our daughter’s. I don’t particularly like the man, but I don’t particularly dislike him either. So we go out. We went to Down the Hatch. Navy bar, across the street from the Navy Base. Larry, being an old “Destroyer Sailor” (Destroyer Sailors are the only real sailors in the Navy – I know this is true because Larry told me), he naturally had to drink at a Navy bar. And then I discovered why I was invited. Larry had no wheels. Without me, he could not have gone to the bar. When we walked in, he left me and went over to a table to join some of his drunken ex-Navy friends. Ah well. Today I would have gone back outside, got in the truck and gone home. Leave him to figger out how to get home. But I was a nicer person back then. So I go over to the quarter tables and start shooting pool with myself. Couple or three hours later, and Larry is drunk out his ass, these three Marines come in. Naturally, being a Destroyer Sailor, in a Navy bar, Larry could not allow this. He goes over and tries to pick a fight with the Marines. He tries and he tries, but – they won’t fight. Finally he gives up and staggers back to his drunken buddies. I go over to the one he had been attempting to fight, and thanked him. He asked why. I said, “For not hitting him. I came with that ass, and by barroom etiquette, if he was in a fight, I would have to join in. And y’all would have beaten the snot out of us”. Well, I didn’t really say“snot”. He tells me, “If I got in a bar fight, and got kicked out of Dive School,my gunny would kill me. That jerk could have spit in my face, and I would not have hit him.” A little later, and the bartender cut him off. When I went to the bar to change a dollar, she jumped me. “It’s amazing how you’ve been drinking Dr Pepper all night, and now you want Coors. I told Larry he couldn’t have any more beer, and you can’t buy it for him either.” Told the stupid woman I had asked for QUARTERS, not for COORS. A little later Larry decided that, since he could not get any more to drink, there was no sense in being there, and we left. I took his drunk ass home, and then went to the house. Told my wife that was the first and last time I was going “out with the boys”. And not to accept any more invitations from Larry.

That guy looks Curly Howard.

That is Jim Cantori. From what I remember, there where two dynamics at play in that scene: The camera crew had shelter at a spot where Jim was in serious winds blowing around the edge of the building, he was clearly in more wind than the dudes wearing shorts.. Jim was trying too hard for the story and was overselling it. Way overselling it.

OMG I'm gonna steal that. It so sounds like my office.................