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Friday, April 13, 2007
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Anonymous said...
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When I was young and immortal, we played Cowboys and Indians in the woods with BB guns. When John accidentally shot himself in the thigh and raised a welt like a cherry, we realized we were young and immortal and stupid. After that we threw stones and dirtballs at each other and saved the BB's for squirrels, rats and frogs.
Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick -
4/13/07, 11:13 AM
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Anonymous said...
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Hilarious pic! :D
"When I was young and immortal," we played with imaginary guns, bows and arrows. Sometimes we used sticks as representations. Wasn't it always understood back then who died when, without any stupid debating? The other guy said "gottcha" and you fell to the Earth, "AHHH."
Rodger, the prices on those Daisies! Choice! Before each precisely stated dollars and cents amount, is the word: About. Before taxes???? Sweet honesty. -
4/13/07, 12:03 PM
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Anonymous said...
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LOL!!!!
Too funny..
BTW, where's Bonzo?? I need more photos. -
4/13/07, 1:23 PM
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Anonymous said...
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Ralphie wanted a BB gun, too. If you listen closely, he asks for "an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle".
You know what comes next. -
4/13/07, 2:14 PM
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Anonymous said...
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None of 'em have their fingers on the trigger. Them young-uns is well trained in how to handle fire-arms.
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4/13/07, 4:43 PM
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Anonymous said...
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We never "played" with BB Guns, we practiced. We never pointed anything capable of firing projectiles at another person we didn't want dead. Those were the rules and they were punishable by a beating that would probably leave you in the hospital and one or more of your parents in prison.
We NEVER broke the rules. I was allowed to fire a pistol (.22) by the age of 5 and never broke the rules (there are many others). I was allowed to play all the time with toy guns and rifles and you know what? I never got reality and fantasy confused. -
4/13/07, 6:23 PM
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Anonymous said...
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"Dad..Mom,this is swell!What'll you pay me to keep that neighbor dog oughta the flower patch.
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4/14/07, 11:39 AM
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Anonymous said...
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When my son was but a wee little lad of three, I made him a bow from which he could shoot Lincoln Log 'arrows' across the room. A neighbor came over once, and my son showed her the bow, loaded with a Lincoln Log, and he said, "Would you like to see me shoot my bow and arrow?" She replied, "I bet you can't hit me!" Two seconds later she had a busted lip and was dripping blood on the living room rug. When I stopped laughing, she admitted that she deserved it.
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4/14/07, 12:56 PM
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