used to play with my friends in the desert. We had a single pump, below the chest rule that no one followed. Played right up to when I got hit in the cheek just an inch under my eye. I call it my Ralphie moment.
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We never could afford the BB guns. We used to play with knives, though. Summertime barefoot. You stand about two feet from each other and take turns throwing a pocketknife at each other's foot. The first to flinch loses. Gentleman's code to not throw the knife hard enough to go very deep. That was bad form.
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Leg up for creativity on the ramp. I've still got scars on my knees from wiping out in the gravels while racing our (one speed) bikes. It was the Wonder Years.
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When I worked as a lifeguard, some of my coworkers made bottle rocket guns out of PVC pipes. They took a couple shots at me, got hit in the chest once, blocked one with a folding chair, and grabbed the keys and locked myself in the bathroom another time.
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We played slingshots and dirt clods. You would make the slingshot out of a stick and a bunch of rubber bands tied together. Gentlemen's agreement to not use rocks. The trick was finding the right density of dirt clod and not pulling back too far. If you did pull back too far while trying to aim, one of two things would happen. Either the dirt clod would break and you would hit yourself in the face, or a rubber band would break and you would hit yourself in the face. It was a balancing act of how much pain you wanted to inflict vs the risk of having the pain inflicted on yourself. It was a game that policed itself with simple physics.
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Hey, fun fact, this game is not restricted to guys! When we were little, all the girls in our neighborhood would take turns shooting at each other. (Yes, we all had our own BB guns by age eight. Barbie dolls were sooo boring.). Anyway, the only rule was, we had to aim for the bee-hind. 'Cause we were way too smart to risk shooting anyone's eye out. Hey, at least our grannies didn't let us use their weapons until we turned twelve.
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Hey, at least our grannies didn't let us use their weapons until we turned twelve.
Playing baseball in the field behind her house. "Granny, we saw a snake!" Granny walks outside with a .38 snubnose, fires all rounds into the treeline in the general area we indicate. Begins walking back inside... "That should scare him off."
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You know your school is embarrassingly pathetic when NCState and Florida are more strict with suspensions than you. Lookin at you, FSU! I mean, its not like these two schools are issuing suspensions for individual acts that one of your players has been allowed to get away with without penalty the past year or so. Oh, wait........
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I used to do this and other dumbass things all the time growing up. Looking back, it's a wonder I made it to adulthood at all.
One time, my best friend and I were having a BB gun war at my house when another friend showed up. We handed him a BB gun and told him what we were doing. "You guys are crazy. I'm not playing." was his reply. We told him to run and started shooting. For the life of me, I can't figure out why I haven't heard from the kid since high school.
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It was Belt Wars at my junior-year apartment living room. Kind of like fencing, except with thick leather belts and no protective gear. Most battles ended in a TKO after someones arm got lit up. Worst incident was when the 3rd roommate made a rash decision to enter the "ring" during an outdoor Tailgate-edition Belt War and ran between the two fighters, which ended in belt smack across the face. Both fighters were awarded a win by KO and "Braveheart" (3rd roommate) came back from the football game 5 hours later with a now sun-burned belt-welt from top of right eye to lower left cheek.
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Well I had my front tooth shot out playing airsoft back in the day. Luckily I got it fixed so I didn't have to go to school with the cousins in morgantown
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.... SERIOUSLY, guys? Now why does that sound so familiar....
Yeah, I can't quiet put my finger on it but something seems squirrelly.
In CoJo's defense, it was an AirSoft gun.
I think he's referring to basically the exact same thing that happened at FSU that got swept under the rug:
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/10/12/us/florida-state-football-casts-shadow...
I didn't know about the FSU players. Thanks for sharing!
A little column A, a little column B...
Anything Robin Williams = automatic leg
But the real question is, what kind of Rating does the new Mode give it?
And a +1.
It always amazes me the links people make in their minds that lead to threads like this.
No, you weren't the only one so dumb.
They have leagues to do that now.
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Then it's fun and games you can't see.
I used homemade projectiles, fashioned from blunted shish kabob sticks, which happened to be the perfect diameter for a 0.20 caliber pellet gun.
used to play with my friends in the desert. We had a single pump, below the chest rule that no one followed. Played right up to when I got hit in the cheek just an inch under my eye. I call it my Ralphie moment.
We never could afford the BB guns. We used to play with knives, though. Summertime barefoot. You stand about two feet from each other and take turns throwing a pocketknife at each other's foot. The first to flinch loses. Gentleman's code to not throw the knife hard enough to go very deep. That was bad form.
Ahh, youth. And here I was thinking I was a badass for building a bike ramp in my driveway (confession: I ate shit on it and cried).
Leg up for creativity on the ramp. I've still got scars on my knees from wiping out in the gravels while racing our (one speed) bikes. It was the Wonder Years.
Ah, the time honored tradition of mumbly peg.
All these kids today with their faceyspace and gamebox have forgotten the old games.
Well, to be fair, we did have Pong. Hours of indoor fun...
I had to walk 15 miles, uphill both ways, to play Sega Genesis by candlelight. Kids today smh.
What's a Sega Genesis?
Yours truly,
Atari
When I worked as a lifeguard, some of my coworkers made bottle rocket guns out of PVC pipes. They took a couple shots at me, got hit in the chest once, blocked one with a folding chair, and grabbed the keys and locked myself in the bathroom another time.
we used to make potato guns out of PVC pipes, and we be all...
Is this for real? If so can someone find a way to give you some extra turkey legs? Wow.
We played slingshots and dirt clods. You would make the slingshot out of a stick and a bunch of rubber bands tied together. Gentlemen's agreement to not use rocks. The trick was finding the right density of dirt clod and not pulling back too far. If you did pull back too far while trying to aim, one of two things would happen. Either the dirt clod would break and you would hit yourself in the face, or a rubber band would break and you would hit yourself in the face. It was a balancing act of how much pain you wanted to inflict vs the risk of having the pain inflicted on yourself. It was a game that policed itself with simple physics.
Poor boy's paintball: blackberries and pokeberries and pocket-rockets.
Christmas break my sophomore year or college, my younger brother got a BB gun for Christmas.
He had it for about 8 hours before he shot me in the chest and had it taken away. I had to go the emergency room to remove the embedded BB.
Hey, fun fact, this game is not restricted to guys! When we were little, all the girls in our neighborhood would take turns shooting at each other. (Yes, we all had our own BB guns by age eight. Barbie dolls were sooo boring.). Anyway, the only rule was, we had to aim for the bee-hind. 'Cause we were way too smart to risk shooting anyone's eye out. Hey, at least our grannies didn't let us use their weapons until we turned twelve.
I'd swear we grew up in the same town.
Playing baseball in the field behind her house. "Granny, we saw a snake!" Granny walks outside with a .38 snubnose, fires all rounds into the treeline in the general area we indicate. Begins walking back inside... "That should scare him off."
I'd swear we have the same granny.
Southern girls, they'll get after ya.
You know your school is embarrassingly pathetic when NCState and Florida are more strict with suspensions than you. Lookin at you, FSU! I mean, its not like these two schools are issuing suspensions for individual acts that one of your players has been allowed to get away with without penalty the past year or so. Oh, wait........
Well, it's not like Jameis signed an autograph for the President or anything... Isn't that the way the excuse works under ole Bobby's successor?
You guys think you are tough?
UVA fans used to have to drive their Mercedes UP HILL (Both ways) to the wine and cheese party....
Wait...TIME OUT!...that was a cheap shot...
I used to do this and other dumbass things all the time growing up. Looking back, it's a wonder I made it to adulthood at all.
One time, my best friend and I were having a BB gun war at my house when another friend showed up. We handed him a BB gun and told him what we were doing. "You guys are crazy. I'm not playing." was his reply. We told him to run and started shooting. For the life of me, I can't figure out why I haven't heard from the kid since high school.
Lots of 'J' names involved.
It was Belt Wars at my junior-year apartment living room. Kind of like fencing, except with thick leather belts and no protective gear. Most battles ended in a TKO after someones arm got lit up. Worst incident was when the 3rd roommate made a rash decision to enter the "ring" during an outdoor Tailgate-edition Belt War and ran between the two fighters, which ended in belt smack across the face. Both fighters were awarded a win by KO and "Braveheart" (3rd roommate) came back from the football game 5 hours later with a now sun-burned belt-welt from top of right eye to lower left cheek.
Well I had my front tooth shot out playing airsoft back in the day. Luckily I got it fixed so I didn't have to go to school with the cousins in morgantown
Growing up, our games never involved projectile weapons (unless we were playing American Gladiators).
Instead, all our inspiration came from The Karate Kid and (later) the WWF. Theme music and everything.