03-16-2006, 02:11 AM
This thread rocks. You guys really want to hear this? I was 21 years old and drunk with a friend who was 22 ( I know this is outside of the guidelines, but it's still pretty good...). We were drinkin' beers in Downers Grove and shootin' any wild animal that moved with a Ruger .22 pistol. I crossed up a squirrel on a telephone wire and nailed it, so my friend goes and picks it up. He says to shoot it in the head with a .22 shot shell (CCI makes 'em) and who was I to object. I load the cartrige and point blank nail the dead squirrel's head. The "head" matter, or more to the point "brains" flew all over my friend's head. He screams and tries wiping it out with his hand, then screams for me to get out the garden hose. I do the garden hose routine: beer in one hand, hose in the other aimed at my buddies head when his Ex-girlfriend pulls into the driveway looking to pick a fight with him. The rest I leave to your imaginations.
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O.K. Fidel, talk at you later:banana:
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O.K. Fidel, talk at you later:banana: