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[Y-Guy]

Chuck Norris told a woman to calm down,
and she did it.

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[Free2roam]

 

[Y-Guy]

 

[Y-Guy]

 

[DirkG]

Meanwhile, the outdoors according to Gen Z...

 

[Bandit’s Lair]

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.

 

[Rusty PW]

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.

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.

 

[punk'n]

About 40 years ago (give or take) my brother was having a BB gun shootout with some other kids. He took one to the forehead and it lodged in his scalp. He had to go to the hospital for them to remove it and see if it fractured his scull.

When he got there, the nurse called the cops because he "was shot". The police interrogated him but he wouldn't give anyone up. They finally left to write a report.

Those were the days....

 

[Rusty PW]

Yea........we threw rocks at each other like Neanderthals' too. John R got hit in the side of his head from a rock that my cousin Chucky threw. Knocked his ass out. We all thought he was dead. We all took off running. Then regrouped and went back to see John R. He was sitting up and mother F$%King everyone for leaving him there.

 

[Rusty PW]

About 40 years ago (give or take) my brother was having a BB gun shootout with some other kids. He took one to the forehead and it lodged in his scalp. He had to go to the hospital for them to remove it and see if it fractured his scull.

When he got there, the nurse called the cops because he "was shot". The police interrogated him but he wouldn't give anyone up. They finally left to write a report.

Those were the days....

All of this was in the early 70's. Early teen years. You can't do this shit now.

 

[punk'n]

Yea........we threw rocks at each other like Neanderthals' too. John R got hit in the side of his head from a rock that my cousin Chucky threw. Knocked his ass out. We all thought he was dead. We all took off running. Then regrouped and went back to see John R. He was sitting up and mother F$%King everyone for leaving him there.

Different brother pegged a neighborhood kid with a rock as he rode his bike by the yard. His mother came to talk to my mother.

As punishment, my brother had to throw grains of rice out of a bowl, one by one, over a fence for hours until his arm was numb. She made him stand about 15 feet from the fence. Whatever didn't make it over he had to pick up and throw again. '

Mom was tough!

 

[Free2roam]

Rock fights, BB gun fights, wooden gun fights, all the above including kick the can and don't be caught outside after the street lights come on

 

[Rusty PW]

Rock fights, BB gun fights, wooden gun fights, all the above including kick the can and don't be caught outside after the street lights come on

......................and don't step on cracks...........or you're break your mother's back.

Sneak down to the pond with a wiffle ball bat and use the frogs there as balls.

 

[Hootbro]

I think every Gen-X male growing up had a rock/BB Gun fight story. Mine was during the summer between 6th and 7th grade with about 3 other friends building a "fort" in the backyard of my parents house when a couple of known bullies of the neighbor hood came by and tried to tear it down. Rocks were thrown at first until one hit me rather smartly upside the head and that is when I went back inside and back out with my BB gun and started laying waste to the two bullies that finally retreated after hitting the Porky Pig looking one right in the cheek bone.

Porky Pig's mom called the cops and I got sat in the back of a cop car for about 30 minutes while dispatch called my mom at work and patched through to the cop car (before cell phones were a thing) and listened to my mom scream the punishment I was going to get over this when she got ahold of me. Cops let me go I guess thinking my mom was going to do more constructive correction than anything they wanted to deal with processing me as juvenile delinquent.

My Step-Dad got home before mom and I told him what happened and he ran interference somewhat between me and my mom but was still grounded for a month.

 

[Rusty PW]

I think every Gen-X male growing up had a rock/BB Gun fight story. Mine was during the summer between 6th and 7th grade with about 3 other friends building "fort" in the backyard of my parents house when a couple of know bullies of the neighbor hood came by and tried to tear it down. Rocks were thrown at first until one hit me rather smartly upside the head and that is when I went back inside and back out with my BB gun and started laying waste to the two bullies that finally retreated after hitting the Porky Pig looking one right in the cheek bone.

Porky Pig's mom called the cops and I got sat in the back of a cop car for about 30 minutes while dispatch called my mom at work and patched through to the cop car (before cell phones were a thing) and listened to my mom scream the punishment I was going to get over this when she got ahold of me. Cops let me go I guess thinking my mom was going to do more constructive correction than anything they wanted to deal with processing me as juvenile delinquent.

My Step-Dad got home before mom and I told him what happened and he ran interference somewhat between me and my mom but was still grounded for a month.

I'm Generation Jones. 1954 to 1965. The forgotten generation.

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