WHat is going on getbiggers?

[Hulkotron]

Does anyone know what has happened to IronMeister?

[Lustral]

Does anyone know what has happened to IronMeister?

Photoshopping people in the afterlife  

[Grape Ape]

Does anyone know what has happened to IronMeister?

Overdosed on vitamin C from eating too many pine needles.

[Tapeworm]

lol no, i spent about all day trying to get the flywheel off of my lawnmower at least a few hours total in figuring out what the problem was then rectifying it

i took off the housing and noticed the flywheel key was split in half or sheard ( one peice being on the crankshaft one peice being on the flywheel) i was scared to bang it too hard but finally got it all off thank goodness. i hit a fucking barbell in my grass of all things! felt so stupid considering how careful i am

I'm not doing anything that can compete with this.  This wins all.  

[MORTALCOIL]

I'm not a discoverer, I'm a follower. I've stopped eating the pussy of whores, thanks to Getbig. I prepare smoothies and feed them to my neighbor also. He hasn't put on 1lb of solid 'trainer' muscle.

[Palpatine Q]

Pretty much exactly that, except also someone rifled a softball off the back of my head during overhead press.

Ouch. 

one of my embarrassing moments in my life ....warming up before the softball game, I throw the ball in  from the outfield, my friend's girlfriend walks right into the path of it.... right in the face and knocks her out cold..her boyfriend was NOT happy.

I'm like "HEADS UP!!"...of course she turns her face right into the ball as I'm cringing.

[Shockwave]

I let the army of racoons that gets into my trash every night, keep the rif raff off my property.

They're nasty little beasts. I wouldn't tangle with one of them empty handed. Little bastards will come at you, teeth gnashing, grumbling and growling.

I took my son's t-ball bat to one the other day as it rummaged through the recycling bin. Hit is squarely on the back (no Suckmymuscle). Thing turned around, glowered at me, turned back around, picked up a bread crust, and walked off SLOWLY. Like it was daring me to follow it around the corner of the garage, where it probalby had a gang of them waiting.

I knew better. Kept my distance. I seriously think it would have tried to kill me for an apple core if it had the chance.

We had hornets like that in Houston. Things we the size of my thumb. They would build nests right on our apartments overhangs... when we'd come home, they'd come out of their nests and stare at us, like "Do something". We'd open the door and as we started to walk inside, they'd stare at us, and then slowly turn around and crawl back into their nest.

Creepy things.

Also, a friend told me he had huge wolf spider hybrids that lived in his basement, and that his dad never cleaned the basement or really went down there so they owned it.. he said as soon as you stepped off that last stair onto the concrete.. theyd come out from under everything, like 20 of them... and as you stepped into the basement, they'd start advancing slowly, and if you turned and started to walk away they'd run after you.

[Grape Ape]

Ouch. 

one of my embarrassing moments in my life ....warming up before the softball game, I throw the ball in  from the outfield, my friend's girlfriend walks right into the path of it.... right in the face and knocks her out cold..her boyfriend was NOT happy.

I'm like "HEADS UP!!"...of course she turns her face right into the ball as I'm cringing.

Ugh.....that's awful.  Closet I got to that was I did a "no look" throw to second as I faked a throw home and hit a girl in the ass in a co-ed game.

As for me, honestly it's been 20 days since I got hit and I'm still off.  Exercise yesterday was "meh"...got a couple headaches, then it stopped.

[no one]

im trying to bring my lawn back.

last year i put down a shit ton of seed and fertiliser. the lawn came in quite nicely. with this brutally cold winter i think that the grass maybe didnt get an opportunity to root deeply enough beforehand and none of it came back. fuck i was so devastated. i had spent countless hours working making that lawn look like the cover off a seed bag and it just didnt come back. maybe i bought annual grass seed.

so back at it. watering nightly re seeded. fertilised. going to try to get the roots as deep as possible this time around, as i wasnt totally progressive with the watering last year, so its my own fault.

[thulsaDOOM210]

Ouch. 

one of my embarrassing moments in my life ....warming up before the softball game, I throw the ball in  from the outfield, my friend's girlfriend walks right into the path of it.... right in the face and knocks her out cold..her boyfriend was NOT happy.

I'm like "HEADS UP!!"...of course she turns her face right into the ball as I'm cringing.

Ha! I had a similar incident with a super smokin girl that invited me to play doubles raquetball with her and two of her friends.

Ol girl had racoon eyes for two weeks.

I did hit while bruised up btw......entirely out guilt OF COURSE.

No homo, ALL GETBIG

[no one]

if it rattles could be a broken connector rod that lifts the piston

or bad gas

always use ethanol free gas and oil mix. or buy the expensive pre mix in the can

try cranking it without the air filter

ys those 2 strokes are very finicky. high test gas and measuring the proper mixture of oil/fuel and not eyeballing it will save you a lot of headaches down the road. now i just fill a gas can exactly of the meter on the pump and add in a full oil right away. so much easier. way less hassle and headaches.

 

[Palpatine Q]

Ugh.....that's awful.  Closet I got to that was I did a "no look" throw to second as I faked a throw home and hit a girl in the ass in a co-ed game.

As for me, honestly it's been 20 days since I got hit and I'm still off.  Exercise yesterday was "meh"...got a couple headaches, then it stopped.

That sucks balls.  Had a few myself.

[Marty Champions]

I HATE wasps and hornets. They're just nasty things.

Our house sits on a lot of acreage, and we have the remnants of an apple orchard on the front part of the property. I don't keep the apple trees up anymore, so they have tons of branches and drop tons of smaller apples in fall, instead of a few big ones.

Anyways, as you can imagine, tons of apples everywhere draw wasps like nobody's business.

So, I'm walking down the dirt road with my toddler son in my arms, and we're heading to the front area where there's still a nice McIntosh tree that fruits nice big apples. He likes them...I like them. We're killing time, going to get an apple off the tree. A moment of bonding for father and son.

So, I step down into a ditch towards the tree and go to pluck an apple from a branch. All of a sudden, my son starts screaming bloody murder. I can't figure out what's wrong right away, but now he slapping his own chest. All of a sudden, this wasp crawls out of his shirt. I grasp it and crush it in my hand instinctively, and it stings me. Then I notice we're being swarmed. So I throw him over my shoulder and start sprinting like the white, slightly bulky version of Usain Bolt. Fastest I've ran in years. He's screaming, I'm sprinting, we're being chased.

I get about 200 feet down the driveway, and we're clear. I pull off his shirt and two more wasps go buzzing off. He's got welts on his chest and he's howling like a stuck pig. My wife comes screaming out of the house freaking out, which makes him freak out more. The entire family is screaming, freaking, and going nuts.

Needless to say, we all come down eventually, my son gets a giant bowl of ice cream to make him feel better, and all returns to normal. Except now, I have a vendetta. The kind of senseless vendetta only a father can know when something has hurt his son.

I grab a jerry can of gasoline, and a zippo, and start a long, slow, methodical walk to that Mac tree. I'm bound with fierce determination to lay waste to anything that flies.

I get to the tree, and stomp around a bit to see where the nest is, and soon enough, a few wasps start flying out of a hole in the ground. I walk away pretty fast, and let things return to normal. I go back to the shed, get a wheelbarrow full of sand from the sandbox, and return to the hole, the jerry can of gas, lighter in pocket.

Quickly, and purposefully, I proceed to dump a few pints of gasoline down the hole. The wasps are pissed, and I can see them writhing in the hole, and I know the ones who didn't get "gassed" are going to come swarming. But not before I set that little hole ablaze. Boy, what a sight! A tiny pillar of fire about two feet high shoots out of this hole, and little wasps come flying out on fire. I cackle with glee. Once I've had my sadistic fun, I dump some of the play sand on the hole.

Now, here's where things get interesting.

That little hole wasn't so little. It went pretty far down and across the lawn. So, as yours truly starts his long walk back to the house, he decides to stroll about the general area and admire his work. Make sure Mother Nature sees the alpha has won this one. You know, gloat a bit.

All of a sudden, a puff of smoke comes out of the ground a few yards from where I lit the hole. Then another puff. Now, a little flame kicks up in the grass field. Then another. Then another!

Holy shit! Wouldn't you know it, that hole found some dead roots, and the fire is now shooting across a grass field!

I run, grab the wheelbarrow, and in an attempt at recreating every father-son picnic, do the fastest wheelbarrow race across the field to dump the sand. But it's not enough. It kills a few patches that are starting to go up, but not all of it.

I sprint to the garage, grab the hose, and turn it on and go sprinting back out of the garage, hose in tow. I get to the field, and now I've got a 2-alarm fire going up. I'm spraying the land like a demon, and am barely containing the spread. I scream to the house, and my wife comes sprinting out (this is now her normal way of coming out of the house, having married me and seen what kind of trouble I get up to) to see her husband desperately hosing down a field on fire.

She sprints to me, proceeds to tell me I'm the stupidest person she's ever met, and runs back to the house to get the fire extinguishers (we have 3 of them). She turns them on the blaze, and finally, we get it under control. She lumbers back the house, no doubt wondering what she did in a past life to deserve her marriage to me. I continue to spray the field long after the blaze has died down. When I finally turn in for the night, my wife asks me if I really needed to drench the field like that. I say I did. Truth is, I stayed out there long after just so I wouldn't have to go back in the house and face her wrath in its full glory. She's had time to cool off (no pun intended) and simply glowers at me as I retreat to the bathroom to take a shower.

She at least had the decency not to rat me out to the kids. Although, my son did regale his junior kindergarten class with the story of how daddy lit the field on fire to kill wasps that wanted to eat him.


All told, I have a problem with fires getting out of control. I wish I could say this was the only time I almost burned down the fields surrounding our home. But that's a story for another day...

damn what a story lol

[no one]

Yeah...you can't eyeball the 2-stroke mix into the gas. Old man scared me straight on that when he'd tell me about the time he wrecked a Stihl 18" chainsaw doing it wrong and took a lickin' from his old man for it. He's 62 now, and tells me this story at least once daily if we're together. He genuinely has no idea he keeps telling the same story, and I don't have the heart to stop him.

But yes - the saw gets exactly 40:1. I have a Troy Built saw...not very fond of it, but it works ok. And my gas trimmer...my beautiful Stihl baby...gets a precise 50:1 mix. I treat that thing like my third child. It owes me nothing, starts effortlessly each spring. It's one of those examples in life where I sold out, went with the most expensive tool I could find for the job, and it paid off in spades.

ya man my chainsaw and leaf blower are stihls. bulletproof. I have a husq trimmer that is almost 20yrs old, only had one tune up and fired up on the 3rd pull this spring.

[wolfrittner]

im trying to bring my lawn back.

last year i put down a shit ton of seed and fertiliser. the lawn came in quite nicely. with this brutally cold winter i think that the grass maybe didnt get an opportunity to root deeply enough beforehand and none of it came back. fuck i was so devastated. i had spent countless hours working making that lawn look like the cover off a seed bag and it just didnt come back. maybe i bought annual grass seed.

so back at it. watering nightly re seeded. fertilised. going to try to get the roots as deep as possible this time around, as i wasnt totally progressive with the watering last year, so its my own fault.

Did you loosen up the ground? Put holes in it? I did that to mine and it really came back. I was sure I had to get a new lawn. Im pretty sure you did but just wanted to mention it.
 I saved myself a lot of work and cash by doing it. Anyway good luck on the project

[no one]

Did you loosen up the ground? Put holes in it? I did that to mine and it really came back. I was sure I had to get a new lawn. Im pretty sure you did but just wanted to mention it.
 I saved myself a lot of work and cash by doing it. Anyway good luck on the project

no i never did that. it works? I can rent an arreator (sp?) from Home Depot and do it while I'm on vacation.

[Hulkotron]

i was scared to bang it too hard

[_aj_]

I HATE wasps and hornets. They're just nasty things.

Our house sits on a lot of acreage, and we have the remnants of an apple orchard on the front part of the property. I don't keep the apple trees up anymore, so they have tons of branches and drop tons of smaller apples in fall, instead of a few big ones.

Anyways, as you can imagine, tons of apples everywhere draw wasps like nobody's business.

So, I'm walking down the dirt road with my toddler son in my arms, and we're heading to the front area where there's still a nice McIntosh tree that fruits nice big apples. He likes them...I like them. We're killing time, going to get an apple off the tree. A moment of bonding for father and son.

So, I step down into a ditch towards the tree and go to pluck an apple from a branch. All of a sudden, my son starts screaming bloody murder. I can't figure out what's wrong right away, but now he slapping his own chest. All of a sudden, this wasp crawls out of his shirt. I grasp it and crush it in my hand instinctively, and it stings me. Then I notice we're being swarmed. So I throw him over my shoulder and start sprinting like the white, slightly bulky version of Usain Bolt. Fastest I've ran in years. He's screaming, I'm sprinting, we're being chased.

I get about 200 feet down the driveway, and we're clear. I pull off his shirt and two more wasps go buzzing off. He's got welts on his chest and he's howling like a stuck pig. My wife comes screaming out of the house freaking out, which makes him freak out more. The entire family is screaming, freaking, and going nuts.

Needless to say, we all come down eventually, my son gets a giant bowl of ice cream to make him feel better, and all returns to normal. Except now, I have a vendetta. The kind of senseless vendetta only a father can know when something has hurt his son.

I grab a jerry can of gasoline, and a zippo, and start a long, slow, methodical walk to that Mac tree. I'm bound with fierce determination to lay waste to anything that flies.

I get to the tree, and stomp around a bit to see where the nest is, and soon enough, a few wasps start flying out of a hole in the ground. I walk away pretty fast, and let things return to normal. I go back to the shed, get a wheelbarrow full of sand from the sandbox, and return to the hole, the jerry can of gas, lighter in pocket.

Quickly, and purposefully, I proceed to dump a few pints of gasoline down the hole. The wasps are pissed, and I can see them writhing in the hole, and I know the ones who didn't get "gassed" are going to come swarming. But not before I set that little hole ablaze. Boy, what a sight! A tiny pillar of fire about two feet high shoots out of this hole, and little wasps come flying out on fire. I cackle with glee. Once I've had my sadistic fun, I dump some of the play sand on the hole.

Now, here's where things get interesting.

That little hole wasn't so little. It went pretty far down and across the lawn. So, as yours truly starts his long walk back to the house, he decides to stroll about the general area and admire his work. Make sure Mother Nature sees the alpha has won this one. You know, gloat a bit.

All of a sudden, a puff of smoke comes out of the ground a few yards from where I lit the hole. Then another puff. Now, a little flame kicks up in the grass field. Then another. Then another!

Holy shit! Wouldn't you know it, that hole found some dead roots, and the fire is now shooting across a grass field!

I run, grab the wheelbarrow, and in an attempt at recreating every father-son picnic, do the fastest wheelbarrow race across the field to dump the sand. But it's not enough. It kills a few patches that are starting to go up, but not all of it.

I sprint to the garage, grab the hose, and turn it on and go sprinting back out of the garage, hose in tow. I get to the field, and now I've got a 2-alarm fire going up. I'm spraying the land like a demon, and am barely containing the spread. I scream to the house, and my wife comes sprinting out (this is now her normal way of coming out of the house, having married me and seen what kind of trouble I get up to) to see her husband desperately hosing down a field on fire.

She sprints to me, proceeds to tell me I'm the stupidest person she's ever met, and runs back to the house to get the fire extinguishers (we have 3 of them). She turns them on the blaze, and finally, we get it under control. She lumbers back the house, no doubt wondering what she did in a past life to deserve her marriage to me. I continue to spray the field long after the blaze has died down. When I finally turn in for the night, my wife asks me if I really needed to drench the field like that. I say I did. Truth is, I stayed out there long after just so I wouldn't have to go back in the house and face her wrath in its full glory. She's had time to cool off (no pun intended) and simply glowers at me as I retreat to the bathroom to take a shower.

She at least had the decency not to rat me out to the kids. Although, my son did regale his junior kindergarten class with the story of how daddy lit the field on fire to kill wasps that wanted to eat him.


All told, I have a problem with fires getting out of control. I wish I could say this was the only time I almost burned down the fields surrounding our home. But that's a story for another day...

Haha! Great story!

[HonestBob]

Brilliant story, snx.