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BEOWULF: The Legend of the bomb Ahh, Beowulf... this was one of our senior pranks. As far as we can tell, Beowulf is a fuel tank used on circa Viet Nam era helicotpers. No, he is not a bomb, but we made him apear so. We, ahem, aquired Beowulf from an abandoned gas station that had been know as "Rocket Fuel Gas". Beowulf was painted an ugly light blue and attatched a goodly 12 feet off the ground onto the wall of the gas station. We had to employ massive bolt cutters, two ladders, and the pimp wagon. Saddly, I don't seem to have any pictures of the pimp wagon, but it's fold-down back seats took the heft of Beowulf on this mission. To get the job done, we had to employ the services of one Sam D., also known as Iron Man Sam and one Josh L. ummm... he's also knows as Jesus, but that's a long story. 
Anyway, Sam did most of the helping while Josh did most of the whining. He was there for the final placement of the bomb, so I guess he deserves some credit. To prepare Beowulf, the guys had to sand all that shitty blue paint off. This took a belt sander, an orbital sander, much more sandpaper than one would think, respirators, and a lot of time. Luckily, these are the guys with too much free time, so everything worked out. The origanal paint was think and sticky, so you could only use any given piece of sandpaper for about half an hour before it got a solid coat of melted paint on it and was un-usable. The especially tricky bit was that all the work had to be done without any parents being the wiser, so we had to craftily utalize a poorly lit, poorly ventilated, spider infested basement for the job. No, that was not fun, boys and girls. Kit spent many an hour down there sanding whilst Jabin played Total Annihilation. Jabin was the only one to get any scars from the mission, so he more than did his share! After the sanding was finished, the painting began! Two coats of primer, two coats of gold, red star and fins, two clear coats, and a wax job in the end. This baby looked GOOD! Now that the first phase was complete, phase two of our evil plan took to the skys. At our old highschool, there is your average highschool football field. Right next to the field is a bluff, and on the otherside of the bluff is the school. So, late one night, we went to that bluff with a post-hole digger, three bags of concrete, rebar and a mixing tub. Luckily, our scouts had revealed that the football field provided water and hoses, so that saved us a lot of labor. A couple of hours later, three six foot segments of rebar stood in three feet of concrete at the pinacle of the bluff. We allowed this base a couple of days to set up properly, then we innitiated phase three.
Phase three was the simple culmination of phase one and phase two *fa*. Gathering our strength, we transported Beowulf to his new home sitting proudly overlooking our shit highschool. This picture was us with our game faces on, in case you think it's just all of us with gas. Oh, if you didn't believe me that Jabin has the most evil looks on this planet, then this should convince you. Anyway, brining more concrete and a lot of agnst, we set forth. In case you are wondering how we set Beowulf on his base, please note that he has a hole at his bottom end, between the fins. Sure, we had to use a sledgehammer and some rebar to make the hole big enough, but it worked, okay? We simply slid Beowulf onto the three pieces of rebar already set in the ground, and then filled him halfway with concrete. You can note the filling hole from the first picture, just above the "k" in knights. With this said and done, we gave Beowulf one last glance and hauled ass out of there. There were attempts to bring him down, but to no avail. Three feet of concrete is quite a bitch, and we had driven rebar stakes diagonally through the origanal hole to make it even more of a hassel to remove. No, Beowulf is there for the long run, proudly sitting next to our average football field. Hell, if anyone askes, it was a 'school spirit' thing, right? Yeah, sure. Oh, and for all you Parker fans, don't worry, he had his dirty paws all over this project as well. So did Nick, but we seem to have neglected to get any incriminating evidence *it, pictures* of him with Beowulf... ahh, well, can't arrest them all.