When we were about 11 or 12, my friend's dad had bought him a nice bow and arrow for his birthday, so we went out to the field near his to shoot at thistles.
It was his turn to go and collect the arrows, when I discovered I had one left.

"Hey!" I shouted, "I've got one left!"

Having collected the other arrows, he turned and struck a crucifix pose, daring me to shoot at him.

Considering that my previous performance suggested a barn door/shovel-like quality, I pulled back and fired.

The arrow hit him square in the chest, and bounced perfectly off his sternum, causing him to double up in pain, crying.

Half an inch either way and I would be the original John Venables or something.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 10 Jul 2013, 8:54, 7 replies)

"a nice bow and arrow"
*likes*
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Wed 10 Jul 2013, 10:52, closed)

You mean
you're not the original something?
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Wed 10 Jul 2013, 12:50, closed)

"I am merely a shell of my former shadow."

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 10 Jul 2013, 13:05, closed)

Of JON Venables, or is there an infamous Jonn Venables?

( d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Wed 10 Jul 2013, 15:22, closed)

No, dreadfully sorry old boy - not understanding your banter, what.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 10 Jul 2013, 15:31, closed)

Won't someone think of
John Venables?
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 11 Jul 2013, 4:56, closed)

A bit like that Sopranos episode, where one kid fires an arrow vertically and the other tries to catch it with a cardboard target.
That game was never going to end well.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Thu 11 Jul 2013, 8:46, closed)