So the Old Man goes out this past weekend and picks up this rocket kit for the kids to play with. Paid twelve bucks for it, which was about eleven seventy five too much.
It wasn't assembled, much to his chagrin, so he put it together and we had it ready to go today. Had my daughter, my nephew, and a friend's kid who I keep on Mondays.
This rocket runs on vinegar and baking soda. It's supposed to go three hundred feet in the air.
He's getting it out of the shop and he leans over to me and mutters "This thing is a piece of shit."
The kids grab it and run off to the "landing pad" in the field. I sit down next to Mom and say "Dad did a good job putting the rocket together." Mom just leans over and mutters "That thing is a piece of shit."
Okay. So the kids assemble some distance off and the Old Man packs the thing with baking soda the way he's supposed to, dumps in a cup of vinegar, shakes it up, sets it down, and starts hauling ass. The thing gives a mighty ripping fart, shoots about twenty feet in the air, and spews a bukake of wet, vinegar-reeking foam all over Dad's retreating back and head, and then falls on it's nose cone with a heavy thud.
I laughed so hard I'm sore now. I laughed so hard I'm still laughing typing it out, and this happened at around five today.
Believe it or not, he relaunched it several times. He'll do anything for little kids. He got soaked. He said "Yeah, it'll go three hundred feet, but you have to launch it twenty five times. This sucks!"
What a piece of shit.
It wasn't assembled, much to his chagrin, so he put it together and we had it ready to go today. Had my daughter, my nephew, and a friend's kid who I keep on Mondays.
This rocket runs on vinegar and baking soda. It's supposed to go three hundred feet in the air.
He's getting it out of the shop and he leans over to me and mutters "This thing is a piece of shit."
The kids grab it and run off to the "landing pad" in the field. I sit down next to Mom and say "Dad did a good job putting the rocket together." Mom just leans over and mutters "That thing is a piece of shit."
Okay. So the kids assemble some distance off and the Old Man packs the thing with baking soda the way he's supposed to, dumps in a cup of vinegar, shakes it up, sets it down, and starts hauling ass. The thing gives a mighty ripping fart, shoots about twenty feet in the air, and spews a bukake of wet, vinegar-reeking foam all over Dad's retreating back and head, and then falls on it's nose cone with a heavy thud.
I laughed so hard I'm sore now. I laughed so hard I'm still laughing typing it out, and this happened at around five today.
Believe it or not, he relaunched it several times. He'll do anything for little kids. He got soaked. He said "Yeah, it'll go three hundred feet, but you have to launch it twenty five times. This sucks!"
What a piece of shit.







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