Freddogg Off The Chain

What is funnier than a baby dropped 50 feet from a bridge onto a trampoline? How about two babies dropped 70 feet or six babies dropped 100 feet?
I know it doesn’t sound funny until you see footage of the ritual live from India and you scream “Holy Cow” get it- that is what has Americans outraged and appalled? Then why am I laughing because I like babies as much as the next person.
This is a cultural custom done for good luck and the babies, actually dropped onto a sheet held by his relatives; don’t know from being dropped, they just kind of accelerate in free fall, no flailing and no panic, and very little bounce back on impact.
‘Gentleman, start your babies”. I can see this catching on at NASCAR tailgates sort of drop baby from the Winnebago to wish Junior Good luck and it will elevate and gravitate to those big topless slap happy red neck women and just be careful because somebody could lose an eye.
Beware Buda babies those big bitches will go through the center of a cheap sheet which I guess means a year of bad luck.
And actually babies dropped from bridges or hurled 35 meters across a swimming pool grow up with a deeper sense or trust because babies dig flying and flopping it’s the parents who transfer a nervous reaction about it all.
Ever see a baby pounding on a high chair trey face all beechnut nut carrot funky and suddenly the trey fails and that baby comes roaring out of there and does a face plant onto the linoleum? It is hard not to laugh if you not related to the baby and hard not to panic if you are related. The baby will take you lead and I guarantee you if you slip on a wet floor that startled baby will pause before laughing it’s little ass off.

FREDDOGG