The gun meme that jerzy posted, the car with tracks…is something our son would definitely build.
Reminds me of a story…
When our son lived at home, and when he finally learned to weld, the projects were endless. We were always buying tall bimix cylinders and mig wire. No problem, kept the son busy in the shop. Anyways, I found a good beeter, cheap, grocery getter car, for 200.00. Cheap insurance, just something as a parts getter, and didn’t care if it got greasy dirty, etc. The son, Billy, thought he should commandeer this fine imported luxury, compact 4 door sedan, 4 on the floor I think, rickety grocery getter. He has it in the shop, tears the headliner out of it, and starts to reinforce the roof of the car. OK, so please don’t start it on fire and burn our shop down. About 3-4 days later, I meet the compact, import, grocery getter on the road driven by Billy, and on the roof of the car is his 450 Honda motorcycle. I had no idea what he was building, but the trunk was reinforced with a ramp to load this heavy scooter, and he was headed out to ride. Mind you, the scooter looked safely attached. I shook my head and prayed our insurance agent or insurance company didn’t see it. I didn’t see him for a few days, but the next time I met him on the county road, MY little beeter, had a stack on it (Billy had stacks on everything) and there was this huge reclining, looked like a mouse infested, reclining chair attached, strapped, to the roof. He was headed to town to probably get a soda, or what ever, and show off his prize possession. Oh my gosh, our insurance company didn’t raise our rates, so the grocery getter passed. I wish I had pictures. Then to add injury to insult, he sold the $200 car, for $500. He gladly offered me $100 for the title. I laughed, shook my head, and told the entrepreneur to keep the change.
Another Billy story…
About 2 weeks before Billy graduated from high school, he was working his rear end off, and kissing mine. Was very weird, Billy was a good worker, but I wondered what he had in mind. On the last day of school, he asked me if he could drive our semi tractor to school. Billy worked so hard, and his attitude was impeccable, and looked at me with desiring blue eyes, so I caved in. I told him if he had an accident or got stopped, that would be the end of my insurance and the end of my DOT license. All went well.
During the graduation ceremony, one of the students as well as few students, had given farewell speeches. In one of the speeches, where they remember highlights of the current year and years past, was the fact that Billy had driven his Dad’s semi to school and parked in the teachers parking lot. My mrs, seated next to me, thumped me, and I sort of forgot to tell her I let Billy take the truck to school. Now a month or so later, after graduation, one of Billy’s friends, visits our shop, and proceeds to inform me he never had ridden in a semi truck. My reaction was “whaaat”! Billy had taken the truck to lunch to some fast food place, taken some of his friends along, and charged them all 10 bucks for the ride, and made them buy his lunch!!! Are you flipping kidding me??? All’s well that ends well!!!
We always had several youngsters at the shop working on their vehicles and such. Billy would always get these kids to do his work, clean the shop, etc, whatever, and somehow he would make them pay him. Think about this…these kids would pay him, and he would make these kids do his chores and work. Billy was smart. Maybe his friends were gullible.
We have some more “gullible” stories…stay tuned…
@SKIdaho, your stories reminded me of my oldest boy. He got my 1988 F150, I6/300, 4 on the floor, 2 wheel drive with 90 something thousand miles when he turned 16. He was determined to convert it to 4 wheel drive with 35’s, and insisted on doing it with no help from me. Since everything was done away from my house I only have eye-witness accounts of this. He was determined to go coil springs on the front, so bought a bunch of stuff from the junkyard and started working on it. Apparently one night his “team” thought it was ready to test drive. He cranked it up, turned the wheel left and right, and the whole front end danced left and right over the top of the stationary front tires! 
He figured that one out and was ready to give it a go again. That’s when he found out the brakes didn’t work. 
Him and his buddie’s bleed about 3 gallons of brake fluid thru and still no brakes. They tow it to a local garage and they pump more fluid thru - you guessed it - still no brakes! He finally gave in and towed it home and asked me to look at it. I took a look, and told him to have it jacked up and wheels off when I got off work the next day. He was resistant, but a couple days later it had the wheels off when I got home. I told him to take one of the calipers off while I retrieved an aluminum block from my workbench. I came back, put the AL block between the caliper pistons, held the bleed screw on top and got all the air out on each one. The axle was rotated such that the screw was never on top 
My brother and I in about 1983 bought a beater 1974 Ford LTD Station wagon. SUPER RUST BUCKET. We drove it in fields, did donuts in fields, went around like the Duke Boys… One day we were driving it down a main thoroughfare and a window fell through the door, out the giant rust hole in the bottom of the door and broke on the road. Dang, this was virtually the funniest thing that ever happened to us.
At Easter dinner I remembered and told this story…one of the young fellows at dinner, who lived with us while he was going to high school, was very, I mean very gullible.
The story…a few years ago, had this young fellow living with us while finishing high school, and was extremely helpful, kind, courteous, etc. On this particular day, my mrs was traveling out of state to visit her grandkids. Yes we have chickens, but the chickens were not laying eggs, and were in a dry spell. On this day, this youngsters name was Justin, and his little girl friend was with him. I called her squeezums. The two fit admirably into the gullible sense of the word. I told Justin and squeeze, that the chickens were not laying any eggs, and the mrs was out of town. Now the mrs would talk to the chickens as she fed and watered them, the mrs talks to all the animals. I convinced Justin and squeeze to go out to the chicken coup and speak to the chickens and encourage them to lay eggs, and since squeeze had a calming voice as the mrs, I encouraged squeeze to particularly speak kindly in a feminine voice to the chickens. Both of the youngsters gladly accepted my invitation, as they trudged out to the coup. Several of us in the house watched with high anticipation, roaring with laughter, as Justin and squeeze were out at the coup conversing with the chickens for at least a half an hour! When the two “gullies” arrive at the house, all of us thanked them, and explained the necessity. All of us observers remained thankful and stone faced. When the mrs arrived back home and heard the story, she may have thumped me with a spoon, but her words were “YOU DID WHAAAT?”
That reminds me of another story about Justin and Billy…stay tuned for more…
Justin story…
Justin was a great young man that lived with us while he was finishing his last year of high school. Although gullible, he was polite and a pleasure to have around. During his last year of school, he acquired and old red Ford pickup, piece of crap, and remember he was gullible. It was a rust bucket. For some strange reason, during the cold in December, he came up with the idea of customizing old rust bucket. First was to remove not only the drivers door, but also the passenger door. Think about this for a moment, why would one remove the doors? In the cold? Then the next brilliant idea was to fabricate duel wheels on the front end. He tried to cobble up some rims and tires and tried to cobble onto the front axle. Let’s think about this mess for a moment, is this highway legal? No doors? Somehow in an friendly argument, I discouraged him from developing a plan for front end duals. However he remained steadfast on the door removal concept. After cold rides to school all December, during xmas break, he developed another interesting concept. Remove the bed off of the frame, and shorten the wheel base, ie cut the frame. Since we have a shop, and welding equipment, we always let the “boys” fabricate, as long as they didn’t burn the building down. Frame was shortened, no doors, was a huge laugh. Now the driveline needed to be somewhat shorter, correct?
Let’s think about this for a moment…Justin was a novice welder, welds looked like bird poop. He managed to cut the driveline somewhat square, and by some miracle welded the shaft together. Rust bucket red rolled out of the shop driven by a young man grinning from ear to ear with his prized possession. After a test drive, and a disappointed look, old red was back in the shop. Justin said it had a horrible vibration at 30 mph. I think poor young Justin forgot to use a straight edge on the driveline fabrication frolic. A second attempt for driveline surgery was committed. Old red once again eased out of the shop. After about half an hour, we went looking for old red, no doors, no red box. We met Justin walking, and invited him into a warm pickup, he looked a little frosty and disgusted. There was so much snow in the borrow pit we couldn’t find the missing driveline, but we did get old red towed back to the shop. As I was warming up with a cup of coffee, giggling under my breath, he asks me how to use the plasma cutter. I didn’t want to embarrass him, and ask Justin what was the motive. The reply was generic. After plasma cutter instructions he trudged out to the shop, with the warning “don’t burn my shop down.” I thought after a few hours I would investigate the plasma concept, and to my astonishment, find old red in many pieces. Yes he had cut it up to haul to scrap. The remaining prized possession was this ford 390 engine that was extremely valuable, or so he was led to believe at the purchase of old red. We all helped him load old red in pieces on a trailer to head to the scrap yard. The scrap yard people are smarter than one thinks as they needed a title from the old red owner. Let’s think about this for a moment…did Justin get a title when he bought old red? Nope. Somehow he convinced the scrap yard dude to accept old red with no title. Back to the shop to decied what to do with this running, nice sounding ford 390 engine, that is worth some dollars to purchase a newer rust bucket. Let’s think about this for a moment…I asked Justin how he knew his prized possession was a valuable piece of equipment. Let’s think about this answer for a moment…As he was grinning from ear to ear, he informed me he just knew. Justin just knew? I said to him, pull the pan, and don’t get oil all over the shop floor, and look at the journals on the crankshaft. If the journals are squared off it is a 360 and almost junk. One can only guess as to what the find was? Justin found another gullible young man who became a proud owner of a valuable 360 ford engine, and Justin walked away with a couple hundred. The new proud owner intended to build a valuable 390 out of a used junk block. I didn’t have the heart to tell the new proud owner how scarce a good 390 crank was to find, not alone the many $$$$ of cost was to build an engine. The new owner hauled his prized possession off grinning from ear to ear. Justin’s couple hundred was put towards another, motorized, pickup truck, yard art. Stay tuned for another Justin or Billy story.
Hey folks…go to the topic “its the stupid stuff” some good stories and humor there!!!
I haven’t had time to write another Justin/Billy story…keep watching tho’!
I posted this also under stupid stuff…
I have a confession to make ok? I wear contacts, and always have for many years. Luckily one eye is corrected for distance, and the other is corrected for reading, however sometimes cheaters are needed. This morning I needed to install a new pair as wear them for 2 weeks. Had the packages of contacts on the counter bathroom with the prescription on a small card marked what contact went into what eye. The problem is, I need to put the correct lens in the proper eye, as my eyes are trained for shooting, sight alignment, etc. One of our kitty cats has played a trick this morning, and went on a frolic and chewed up the card with my prescription. Of course, no I did not have the packages marked, as a dork, as my wife calls me. OK, called the eye doctor to get a prescription copy, no answer, I don’t know if he is on shut down or vacation, or retired. Now I thought I would self experiment, since my MBA was in mixology, or as Ozzy Osborn says “self medicated.” The feline felon, who’s name is dirty snow, has packed off my contact packages. We’ll call it a “batting” type feline frolic. I cant find them. I did question the feline, but received a cross eyed stare. I guess I’ll wear the old pair while the search continues!
Now the “rest of the story” as Paul Harvey would say…I cant find an old pair or “the pair”. Whiskey, tango, foxtrot. The optometrist called back, he is in Mexico, however he enjoyed the feline felon story. He emailed the eyeglass counter at Costco, so am preparing a mask with some type of artistic drawing, as masks are required at Costco.
You only have 2 that’s a 50/50 chance 
Maybe draw a mask with an eye patch or some other visually impaired type thing- it would fit the order of the day, when you go pick up
SKIdaho why does your name make you appear to be proud of your SKId marks???
Your killing me Smalls! LOL! ok I confess, s is my wife’s first name, I am the K as in Kimberly sue, ID is Idaho. Yes in my younger day I drove fast and laid skid marks. Yes we mark the snow with sled skid traks. I will tell the mrs we are just skidders!!! LOL LOL Isnt there a song “skid sliding away” hmmm could be slip sliding away!!! LOL
BUT WAIT…we have a kitty cat that has skid marks on his backside…LOL…AND he doesn’t cover up his deposit in the litter box. LOL!!!
I always thought it was SKI Idaho… but I like @AnnieO’s suggestion too!!!
Ok so I was at Wally world buying a big bag of dog food and a woman behind me asked if I had a dog. Now why else would I be buying dog chow, RIGHT? So on impulse I said No, I don’t have a dog, I’m starting the Purina Diet again, and that I probably shouldn’t because I ended up in the hospital last time, but I lost 50 pounds before I woke up in intensive care with IVs in both arms. I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and all you do is load your pockets with Purina Nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The food is nutritionally complete so it works well and I was going to try it again. (I have to mention here that practically everyone in line was now enthralled with my story.) Horrified, she asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food POISONED me. I said No, I stepped off a curb to sniff a poodle’s butt and a car hit me! I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack from laughing so hard.
Now that you’ve read it I have to confess - I copied it from someone else…
It was one of those ‘here’s your sign’ moments for her
I found my last Costco mask, and drew a big male organ on it…showed to the mrs, when she gets mad at me she calls me Kimberly, (when yelling please dont hum the M) and took it away and made a personal trip to the dumpster. Then she said something like I cant take you any where! LOL LOL!!!
I’m getting a really good laugh from it myself! Thanks 
Ok ok…we are working out of town this week. Have the family with me. My mrs picked us up at a job site last night, and we stopped at a small grocery store on the way back into town. Our daughter grabbed a mask and headed into the store to get some ice. Later as we were having a burger, I told the daughter I was going to draw something nasty on that mask…the expletives from her were atrocious, but it was a great laugh.
A male organ? were you in a band
Hammond, draw bar…thanks, gives me some new ideas!!! Yup, put myself thru college playing in a certain house in Wallace, Idaho!! Lol lol
ps…am an old piano player