My friends and I would get together every sunday and play full contact football. Most people left bleeding or bruised. We would get together every 4th of july and have bottle rocket wars, shooting bottle rockets and roman candles at one another from homemade tubes. I've broken every finger on both hands AT LEAST twice. Over 500 stitches, 100 staples, numerous casts for broken bones, and god only knows how many other injuries.
And I don't regret any of it.
It's all part of growning up and being stupid. People will NEVER know their limits until they test them, and people who are to afraid to test them, never get anywhere in life unless its handed to them on a silver fucking platter.
If you were picked last for dodge ball, have the hand eye coordination of a quadriplegic, and couldn't dodge a god damned tree if it was magically coming at you, well guess what.. Get ready to take some balls to the face, your nothing more then a meat shield.
If you some how manage to get seriously injured playing with a wiffle ball set, I've got some bad news for you. Your a future darwin award winner.
If you're always "IT" while playing tag, lose some fucking weight fatty.
And if you somehow, through magical mystical reasons, fail at motherfucking red rover......Please, for the love of god, DO NOT PROCREATE! There's enough idiots on this planet.
And this is called a Lawn Dart. Wtf is a Jart?Also, I had one of these go into my foot from about 30 feet in the air. Still have the dot on the top of my fucking foot.
Originally Posted by Hal-9000
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