That’s absolutely heartbreaking. Did you ever find out what happened to him?

Wow...

I posted a very long post regarding the lack of tracks in the area. Its like complaining that you hear airplanes when you move next to an airport. The city took away the tracks, refuses to allow permits to build more and then complains that people resort to street racing.

They keep taking them away. The city is causing its own problem.

Ironically, they were created to make more honey than your average bee, they just ended up being insane... literally the plot of every SyFy movie.

Probably a flare gun or Roman candle.

This reply comes from an actual born-and-bred country boy who knows what happens when attacked by species who are nothing more than invasive jackasses:

God you’re a fucking moron. These weren’t some delicate keystone of the ecosystem. They were fucking pests, invasive, harmful pest.

Isn’t a high horse also a man-made invasive species that’s displacing regular level horses?

You’re right. Killer bees annihilating local honey bee populations are doing this. Thanks AJ Foyt, for helping save honey bees. Thanks, internet, for providing us all the means to look up information before we speak even if we ignore this information and open our mouths anyway.

Four-time Indianapolis 500 winner A.J. Foyt was briefly hospitalized after an attack of Africanized killer bees he encountered while working on his ranch.

Your comment makes me wish you had been there to hug that tree and experience nature in a profound way.

What gives you the right to exterminate an organism that attacked you because it was defending itself?

Super Tex ain’t gonna die until he’s goddamn good and ready.

Those things really stay with you.

I was a student there and worked on Vikings 2,4, and 6, and it’s sad to see they’ve gotten to this state. The university doesn’t have the funds to restore them or even store them properly, so this is better than having them rot. We had a lot of fun building them from scratch, modifying them, driving them across the…

Income tax has never paid for roads. Raising the gas tax is long overdue.

The sad thing is some old-timer in his neighborhood probably has a lathe in his basement and could whip out his oddly threaded screw for a beer, except that nobody remembers that used to be a thing people did, so nobody knows he’s there.

Because some of us want the parts today, not in a few days.

I would love to own a Donk. I fear that a pasty white dude such as myself would be mocked mercilessly.