"I.E.D" AMBUSH NEARLY RETIRES ME FROM RUSHY'S ENGINEER CORPS
May 15, 2015 12:23:54 GMT
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Post by nige_LS7 on May 15, 2015 12:23:54 GMT
Found a large tin of crab meat in the cupboard - this big tin was an odd shape and a bit battered - expiry date end of this month - nobody's gonna eat that - no idea where it came from anyway, we never eat crab meat do we?
So I thought I'd try to make a crab paste hook bait ... (like you do) ....
Ground up some fish meal pellets, added warm water to make a paste, added some biscuit dough to make it extra sticky - 'cos bread is banned at Moor Monkton, but biscuit dough isn't, as far as I know (Nige cackles like an evil scientist). I chucked in some sticky sweet krill glug ..and went to open the can with the tin opener...
BANG !!!
Jet of vapour and liquid explodes out of the hole into my face, eyes and hair. Luckily no shrapnel.
Foulest stench ever of rotting seafood filling the kitchen, the whole house stinking cos so much gas has escaped from this "explosion", This foul liquid splashed everywhere in the kitchen where it can spread its germ warfare, chemical agents and nuclear radiation all rolled into one...(probably).
Come to think of it the tin had been an odd shape from the start. Kind of swollen up at both ends.
Took me ages to clean up. Foulest small ever, I can still smell it in the bin 20 yards away when I go outside. .. and the bin lorry had just been this morning so it'll be stinking out the neighbourhood for another week unless I dispose of its toxic waste contents elsewhere.
Seem to remember the in-laws gave this time bomb to us last year for some reason ... OK I can understand if they want me out of the way ... but their own daughter??
Might have to stick some of those magic mussels in the mix now instead eh Rushy?
Unscathed from this one, just a bit shell-shocked and currently composing a bad poem to protest about crab's inhumanity to man, just carrying a couple of other earlier war wounds into tomorrow's operation at Skip Bridge so raring to go skipper.
MAKE PASTE NOT WAR.
BAN THE BOMB.
ALL WE ARE SAYING IS GIVE PASTE A CHANCE.
So I thought I'd try to make a crab paste hook bait ... (like you do) ....
Ground up some fish meal pellets, added warm water to make a paste, added some biscuit dough to make it extra sticky - 'cos bread is banned at Moor Monkton, but biscuit dough isn't, as far as I know (Nige cackles like an evil scientist). I chucked in some sticky sweet krill glug ..and went to open the can with the tin opener...
BANG !!!
Jet of vapour and liquid explodes out of the hole into my face, eyes and hair. Luckily no shrapnel.
Foulest stench ever of rotting seafood filling the kitchen, the whole house stinking cos so much gas has escaped from this "explosion", This foul liquid splashed everywhere in the kitchen where it can spread its germ warfare, chemical agents and nuclear radiation all rolled into one...(probably).
Come to think of it the tin had been an odd shape from the start. Kind of swollen up at both ends.
Took me ages to clean up. Foulest small ever, I can still smell it in the bin 20 yards away when I go outside. .. and the bin lorry had just been this morning so it'll be stinking out the neighbourhood for another week unless I dispose of its toxic waste contents elsewhere.
Seem to remember the in-laws gave this time bomb to us last year for some reason ... OK I can understand if they want me out of the way ... but their own daughter??
Might have to stick some of those magic mussels in the mix now instead eh Rushy?
Unscathed from this one, just a bit shell-shocked and currently composing a bad poem to protest about crab's inhumanity to man, just carrying a couple of other earlier war wounds into tomorrow's operation at Skip Bridge so raring to go skipper.
MAKE PASTE NOT WAR.
BAN THE BOMB.
ALL WE ARE SAYING IS GIVE PASTE A CHANCE.
