So you’re the one…I used to love waiting in the barn with my gun muzzle at a crack between the boards for someone to walk by, they were easily seen through the cracks but as long as I stood still in the darkness inside the barn I was undetectable, and then I would purposely make a little noise drawing them over for a peek. I got called some awful names for that, happy times.
Politicians??
I still have a mark on my hand where I got nailed by a BB at close range.I used to love waiting in the barn with my gun muzzle at a crack between the boards for someone to walk by, they were easily seen through the cracks but as long as I stood still in the darkness inside the barn I was undetectable, and then I would purposely make a little noise drawing them over for a peek. I got called some awful names for that, happy times.
I’ve got one on my side where my brother decided to be an asshole and pumped the sucker too many times. I made him suffer under my blackmail and extortion a long time. He apparently never figured out I could never tell on him because our dad would’ve whipped my butt too for the same reason.I still have a mark on my hand where I got nailed by a BB at close range
I did own a tank once. It was pretty awesome!