Originally published at: Bomb squad called in after jogger finds "hand grenade" BUTT it wasn't actually that | Boing Boing
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Dashed to the bed chambre to check the sex draw… No issues, looks like it’s all safe and sound.
Tango. Mike. India.
So it’s not a hand grenade, it’s a . . . butt grenade?
Dare I ask what the USB cable was for?
They were left there intentionally for future archaeologists to dig up. Way to spoil the fun.
“How they came to be there and why they remained there can only be imagined”
How they got there is much more of a mystery than why they remained there. I ain’t picking that shit up.
Six weeks ago:
Two teenagers found a “hand grenade” in another Bavarian forest that turned out to be … a hand grenade.
Things like that are rather common, so are only local news.
And yes, the details are different. Rust vs. lube &c.
It has photo option, I don’t know how you turn it on though…
Bravo. Uniform. Tango. Tango. Sierra. Tango. Uniform. Foxtrot. Foxtrot.
“But we strongly suggest you don’t.”
Oringally I thought it was a Fuel Line Gas Bulb.
(Often used to connect fuel tanks to small marine outboard boat motors, with the squeeze bulb used to prime the fuel line.)
New fodder for Chuck Tingle! “Blown Up In The Butt By A Sex Grenade!”
Butt grenade…burrito. Must we quibble over labels?
Try whispering sweet nothings…
No Tom, NO!
Ah. So the (ahem) “pin” gets pulled after it meets with the target.
Even that may inspire dual usage.