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[1HuskerDad]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[1HuskerDad]

🙋‍♂️😂

 

[Tell_Sackett]

Speaking of CHIPS

CHIPS is one of my earliest memories of watching television with my family. The funniest thing about that intro is the complete lack of traffic on LA freeways. If they did this show today, it would be them sitting in rush hour traffic for an hour.

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[22*43*51]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[Mr.Bojangles]

Truth

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[greybeardedchild]

This fella is hilarious. Literally the only channel I'm subscribed to on YouTube. Although I think he has fallen off a little lately. Some of the good stuff is subscription only now too. Ross creations.

 

[BradWesley]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[2010sarenevercomingback]

Masterclass on handling the FBI:

 

[LoudHogRider]

Dad bought a 1972 Winnebago Brave to continue our family camping expeditions after our tent got run over by a 'nader at Lake Pawnee west of Lincoln in 1971. Dad was desperately trying to hold onto the tent as the storm blew our tent - with the rest of the family still inside it - into the edge of the lake. Dad holding onto that tent pulled all of his ribs apart from each other as the tent filled with air and water seemingly all at once. He was a hurting unit for at least six months after that.

I was asleep in the tent when the deluge of water went through it. Our dog Lucky, a German Shepherd panicked and jumped onto my face, which had the net effect of putting my head under the water. I did the only thing I could think of at the time which was to bite that bitch in her belly as hard as I could. She yelped, jumped up, and I used the space to get my arms up to pull the sleeping bag zipper down and freed myself.

We all fled to the safety of the 1970 Ford Galaxy 500, and weathered the storm in the car. When we woke up in the morning, we glanced outside to witness that the 'nader had dropped the remains of a massive cottonwood tree about 6 feet to the left of the driver's side door. Just missed getting smashed to smithereens from that thing.

I'm not sure the camper would have fared any better in that storm, but my Dad simply decided that tent camping was in the rear view mirror after that night. We used the shit out of that thing in the summers, camping damn near every weekend. The folks always made sure my sister and I brought a friend along, and those weekends helped keep us out of mischief in the neighborhood. I also got pretty fucking good at slalom water skiing. Once fall came, the Winnebago was a fixture at Husker home game tailgates well into the late 80's when Dad finally parted with the camper.

 

[greybeardedchild]

Dad bought a 1972 Winnebago Brave to continue our family camping expeditions after our tent got run over by a 'nader at Lake Pawnee west of Lincoln in 1971. Dad was desperately trying to hold onto the tent as the storm blew our tent - with the rest of the family still inside it - into the edge of the lake. Dad holding onto that tent pulled all of his ribs apart from each other as the tent filled with air and water seemingly all at once. He was a hurting unit for at least six months after that.

I was asleep in the tent when the deluge of water went through it. Our dog Lucky, a German Shepherd panicked and jumped onto my face, which had the net effect of putting my head under the water. I did the only thing I could think of at the time which was to bite that bitch in her belly as hard as I could. She yelped, jumped up, and I used the space to get my arms up to pull the sleeping bag zipper down and freed myself.

We all fled to the safety of the 1970 Ford Galaxy 500, and weathered the storm in the car. When we woke up in the morning, we glanced outside to witness that the 'nader had dropped the remains of a massive cottonwood tree about 6 feet to the left of the driver's side door. Just missed getting smashed to smithereens from that thing.

I'm not sure the camper would have fared any better in that storm, but my Dad simply decided that tent camping was in the rear view mirror after that night. We used the shit out of that thing in the summers, camping damn near every weekend. The folks always made sure my sister and I brought a friend along, and those weekends helped keep us out of mischief in the neighborhood. I also got pretty fucking good at slalom water skiing. Once fall came, the Winnebago was a fixture at Husker home game tailgates well into the late 80's when Dad finally parted with the camper.

Great story man! I can't imagine how helpless it would feel to watch a tent full of your family being blown around!

 

[1HuskerDad]

 

[Mr.Bojangles]

Masterclass on handling the FBI:

Did they ever say what they were there for? The whole FBI is Crooked.