So what's your story,,, here's mine...
I was talking to my buddy today and the subject came up of the time...
He was getting married and for the bachelor party I made a "ball and chain" out of an eye bolt epoxied into a bowling ball, with 5' of 3/8" chain attached. My plan was to give his bride the lock key so she could unlock him after our night of debauchery, so I handed her an envelope with the key and told her not to open it until the party was over, she was confused
At the beginning of the bachelor party we gave him the option, put it on like a good boy, or we will put it on for you (get used to it bud, this is just the beginning). So he clasped it on, Ha Ha, and we headed off to a few unsavory establishments in the seedy part of town. All was well and every time he complained, this thing is too heavy, it's bugging me, my ankle hurts,,, we just reminded him this was only the tip of the ice berg... Our adventure ended in the wee hours of the morning and we told him to check with the bride to be as she had the only key to the lock.
This is where an odd twist to the tale came about. Some how I got the lock keys mixed up and gave his bride-to-be the wrong key, when they tried to take it off, the key didn't work. He said to heck with it and left it on for the rest of the night... Morning came and he called the house to get the contraption off, but we were long gone (golfing, fishing, can't remember) so he was stuck with the thing.
When we hooked up later in the afternoon I had no idea where the key was, must have tried 20 different keys, but none of them would work? His fiance was getting irate at this point as she thought he was going to stroll down the isle with the "Ball and Chain",,, (well he was, but not the one latched to his leg...) so we broke out the dremel and set him free. Any complaints from him during the removal procedure were quickly met with a "get used to it" comment that sent his fiance into a tizzy.
Oh, you just gotta love friends...
I was talking to my buddy today and the subject came up of the time...
He was getting married and for the bachelor party I made a "ball and chain" out of an eye bolt epoxied into a bowling ball, with 5' of 3/8" chain attached. My plan was to give his bride the lock key so she could unlock him after our night of debauchery, so I handed her an envelope with the key and told her not to open it until the party was over, she was confused
At the beginning of the bachelor party we gave him the option, put it on like a good boy, or we will put it on for you (get used to it bud, this is just the beginning). So he clasped it on, Ha Ha, and we headed off to a few unsavory establishments in the seedy part of town. All was well and every time he complained, this thing is too heavy, it's bugging me, my ankle hurts,,, we just reminded him this was only the tip of the ice berg... Our adventure ended in the wee hours of the morning and we told him to check with the bride to be as she had the only key to the lock.
This is where an odd twist to the tale came about. Some how I got the lock keys mixed up and gave his bride-to-be the wrong key, when they tried to take it off, the key didn't work. He said to heck with it and left it on for the rest of the night... Morning came and he called the house to get the contraption off, but we were long gone (golfing, fishing, can't remember) so he was stuck with the thing.
When we hooked up later in the afternoon I had no idea where the key was, must have tried 20 different keys, but none of them would work? His fiance was getting irate at this point as she thought he was going to stroll down the isle with the "Ball and Chain",,, (well he was, but not the one latched to his leg...) so we broke out the dremel and set him free. Any complaints from him during the removal procedure were quickly met with a "get used to it" comment that sent his fiance into a tizzy.
Oh, you just gotta love friends...