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Originally Posted by Osmium Steele
With real Lawn Darts and everything. 1 lb. pointy, brass darts thrown high into the sky to land just inches away from your cousin!
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Close. I remember playing 'Cowboys and Indians' with the kid next door. I was the Indian, rubber-sucker-tipped arrow and all. I told him I'd shoot at him, he would duck and then shoot me dead with his six-gun. Unfortunately he forgot to duck. Nailed him in the forehead. Went home crying. Me in trouble.
Funny thing is, I still remember his highly improbable name: Harold Shotwell.