The news caption is funny but whats even funnier is that pish poor stack and the fact that the “breacher” is about to put his whole leg through a door.
I remember having a pine cone fight in grade school. The next thing I remember was waking up in the office with my t-shirt covered in blood. The “butch” girl in the class resorted to rocks instead of pine cones. They wiped the blood off my face, asked me my name, and sent me back to class.
We never had pine cone fights. We had BB gun battles. Get off the school bus and run home before Mike reached his front door and open fire on any slow pokes. I shot him in the balls once. Knocked on his back door and then hide under the porch. His mom came out and started bitching that no one was there. Mike then came out to look around without his BB gun. His mom went back in the house. I pointed my CO2 pistol between the cracks in the wooded floor of the porch. Squeezed one shot right to his balls. He dropped to the floor for a few minutes. Then got up and looked around to see where the shot came from. I had to wait until 11 pm to get out from under that porch so that he wouldn't see me. On the school bus the next day. He was really quite. On the way home. He started to ask questions on who was out the day before. I didn't say anything for 5 yrs. Told my cousin who was Mike's next neighbor. He busted out laughing and said that Mike blamed everyone but me.I remember having a pine cone fight in grade school. The next thing I remember was waking up in the office with my t-shirt covered in blood. The “butch” girl in the class resorted to rocks instead of pine cones. They wiped the blood off my face, asked me my name, and sent me back to class.
This day and age that woulda been a full police report, hospital visit, psychological testing process and calls for pine cones to be removed from the playground.