The folly of children
When I was about 10 and my brother was 7 we were playing outside with my new pellet gun. By playing, this meant that we would set up cans and shoot them from a distance. I was a lazy bastard and made him set them up for me after I shot them down. Well, once he was rather intent on not moving and being the little one I was, I threatened to shoot his ass. He still wouldn't move, so that's exactly what I did. Went straight into the flesh it did and as he stumbled back to the house, he stepped into some shattered glass and cut the hell out of his foot. How I laughed...
(somethingwitty, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 21:05, Reply)