[quote]Vicomte wrote:
[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
[quote]Vicomte wrote:
[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
[quote]Ulty wrote:
This reminds me of another story that HoustonGuy will find hilarious:
A couple years ago in Lincoln, there was a young newlywed couple, madly in love. The man liked to shoot guns and got his new wife involved. They shot at targets, took gun safety courses, and generally had a ball together. They had a blog which discussed their shooting/hunting adventures. The blog included pictures of the couple and their friends jokingly pointing guns at each other and the camera. They were so aware of safety and preparedness that they even practiced “clearing” their apartment in case of intruders, using unloaded guns during this role playing.
Can you guess how this story ends?
Hilarious, eh HG?[/quote]
Totally unrelated story and outcome. A strawman I believe?
Somebody died in a car wreck today. Will you be driving home?
It was fucking hilarious, totally safe and zero injuries. I appreciate your criticism but it’s falling on deaf ears.
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Personally, I fully support and encourage HG to continue getting drunk and playing with guns.[/quote]
Aww, thanks! For the record I didn’t do the pistol thing and it wasn’t planned. The blanks in his hunting rifle yes. No one really knew what was going to happen when the dude pulled the pistol but most of knew about the blanks and assumed. It was a tense moment until the trigger pulled and we realized the guy wasn’t bleeding. Then it was fucking hilarious. Especially when we realized the poor soul had shit himself.
Ok, another time we set up a propane tank and the guy down field started dancing like a drunk monkey when we started shooting. We were way, way, way over his head and off to the side and he undoubtedly realized this but he was ghost face white. He was really pissed at first but it was funny later.
As a side note, this guy is missing his left thumb because he caught a rattlesnake and made it a pet as a student at UT. He was feeding a mouse one day when it bit his thumb. He also got arrested for a knife fight once but we were “rich kids” and his dads oil money plus a lawyer for an uncle got him off of charges.
He’s now a senior petroleum engineer running crews all over the world for a huge oil company. Not BP.
Just so you know Vicomte, I will probably die young. I’ve had some close calls and love a good adrenaline rush that only risky activities sans polite society safety restraints can bring.
You guys are still fucking pussies though.
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I fully support and encourage you dying young.
I was walking home from school one day, listening to music, minding my own business, when suddenly a guy pulls off the road quickly and into the driveway in front of me. He had a pretty nice car, was black and wearing some very dark, fashionable sunglasses. I saw him look over at me and then over his shoulder several times. He seemed agitated. After he looked in my direction again, I walked up to his window, leaned in slightly, and asked, ‘Is something up?’
His face went cold, and he stared at me for a few seconds.
‘I’m just turning around, man.’
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One more time, you will probably get your wish. Either an STD, a bar fight gone wrong or some crazy accident on a skydiving or hang gliding trip who knows. Possibly a stray bullet. I’ll live five times more than most in my short few years though. Plus we never really discuss positive contributions to society on this board because that is just bragging but I’ve been a good dude too fwiw. But mostly fuck it.
In high school I had a potato gun and my parents house backed right up to the HS practice fields. Beyond the baseball field was the school, suburban and growing with trailers for classrooms to house the over populated student body while a new school was under construction.
It was senior year, finals week I was exempt from all my finals. I made stellar grades, had already been accepted to a top tier college and was just biding time the whole second half of senior year.
Well I had some friends over mid-day and we were boozing and swimming in mom and dad’s pool when we decided to shoot the trailers with potatos while people tested.
This was the year of 9/11 and people were very sensitive. Potato guns sound like shot guns going off. A cop on the other side of the school called for back up unbeknownst to us while an unseen maintence worker down the way at the football field called in a “bazooka like weapon” being fired at the school.
We left incidentally to get more beer and a friend down the street called my cell and said the SWAT team had surrounded my parents house, warned the neighbors of “terroristic” activity and put a sniper on a roof across the street.
It was quite a fiasco when I went home and showed them the potato gun. The school was pissed too, I had to take my finals after all, not that it mattered.
My sister lost a baby sitting job on the street and I felt bad but over all it was hilarious. Supposedly the potatoes hitting the thin metal walls sounded like armeggedon to all the non-exempt retards trying to save weak GPAs.