My Uncle Steve
My Uncle Steve, God rest his soul, was born and raised in Iowa. A true American farm boy. He was a BIG fan of Budweiser and would do just about anything for a beer...

One such instance involved him accepting a dare to ride over a hydro-electric dam holding onto a log. The scary part is, the week before this dare, someone else had tried it and drowned.

Not Stevie though! His friend said "I bet you a case o' beer that you wont go over that dam right now!" Stevie was a man of little words, but big on action...he sprinted down to the edge of the river and found a tree limb that had fallen...picked it up and took the plunge.

He emerged on the other side after a bit of a struggle, waded ashore and held his arm extended, finger pointing at the darer and said "Go get my goddamned beer!"

I miss you Steve.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 12:59, 3 replies)

Manly.
On the Manliness Scale that has to be at least a 9.
Also at least a 9 on the Bloody Pillock Scale, mind you.
(Big D, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 13:55, closed)

Madder than a box of frogs
but I bet he would have been a riot to hang out with! Redneck farm boys are pretty much up for anything- I know, as I have a few as friends.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 2 Nov 2007, 14:00, closed)

Big D
don't tell anyone but .... [looks both ways conspiratorially] ... they're the same scale...
(patently Was somewhere else on, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 14:19, closed)