OMG, I can totally envision your bro trying to smack that bb out of your sinuses! (And I can envision everything else in your story because we did very similar things growing up, although I would not be a part of frog-gigging. ) Once I kept a whole minnow bucket full of goldfish that were intended for bait but did not get used...they lasted about two weeks in my parents'' bathroom, they were so nice to indulge me that way!Date: 9/12/2007 1:32:03 PM
Author: somethingshiny
Monarch''s bb gun stories reminded me of a couple of my own.
We were really broke when I was growing up, so keep that in mind.
We (my older brother and I) ran out of bb pellets. Living in the South, and being quite familiar with the Roly Poly (or pillbug), we decided to make our own. It was my idea to scare the little bugs so they would curl up and then put them into the bb gun. My brother, being the pessimist, insisted that it would never work. So, I ''loaded'' the gun, took aim, and shot my brother. The Roly Polys were indeed a suitable substitute.
One day, my brother and I were fishing for turtle in the back lagoon. We would put pieces of bullfrog and put them on a hook and hold the string in our hands to catch them. We went under the old pig shed that overlooked the lagoon and found the bullfrogs. We would bring them up top (on concrete) and shoot them with a bb before butchering them. I was holding a particularly feisty one still as my brother went in for the kill. He shot the frog, the bb ricocheted off the concrete and straight up my nose. I started bawling (I was 6, he wasand he kept telling me not to suck in (through my nose )while I was crying. However, because I was so upset, I DID suck it up further into my sinuses. My brother, being the hero, decided he should smack me around the head to make it come back out. I eventually coughed it up. (EWW!)
LOL! Good for your bro for sticking up for you, is he older than you? My bro is 4 yrs. older than me and I think he would''ve literally DIED for me if asked, when we were growing up. That''s not to say that he didn''t torture me at times, he came up with all kinds of pranks and crazy stunts that he would blame on me when we got in trouble with my parents later. But he has always been my hero: when I was 19, I made some bad decisions and lived with a guy for about 4 months in a different state...meanwhile my car broke down and I couldn''t afford to get it fixed, then the guy I was with went off on me and got physically violent...I called home the same night and my brother was there with another guy friend and a trailer the next day to pack me up and take me back home...he and his friend were brandishing ball bats when they came to the door and I had to tell them both repeatedly it wasn''t necessary. He likely would''ve sacrificed doing jail time for me at that time. Makes me kind of choke up even typing about it, it''s not something I share with many people. Anyway, he and I have always been super close even though we don''t even talk a lot now that I live very far away from him and his wife, but every time I see him it''s like we were never apart. But wow, was he mischievious when we were growing up! He used to have me test my aim by throwing lit firecrackers at cars driving by...once a car turned around and we had to hide in one of our hayfields for what seemed like an eternity but was probably in reality only 20 minutes, tg that driver wasn''t hurt and especially didn''t drive on up to the house and inform my mother!Date: 9/28/2007 10:33:48 PM
Author: somethingshiny
Too funny! my mom would never let me keep what I found! We would fill buckets with crawdads. We didn''t eat them, but we desperately wanted to keep them! We tried to keep snakes in coffee cans, too. She was never happy with theses discoveries.
My brother pulled the heads off my barbies, too. So I ripped apart his GI joes. AND I told him they were DOLLS!
However, my brother was my hero. When I was 8 or so, we got in a fight with another family''s kids. The boy came to my house to get even or something. He pounded 4 long nails through his skateboard and attached it to a length of rope. He started swinging it at me! I was running scared and my big bro came in to save me. He ducked all Chuck Norris like around the flying board. He got up under the rope and laid into that kid. He knocked the wind out of him! Then, that kid''s parents wouldn''t let them near US!
Date: 9/27/2007 11:51:17 PM
Author: door knob solitaire
Bee...you should be ashamed! Or locked up...not sure which. Diabolical...at three? Bet you have to hear of the ''flushing thing'' at every family gathering. Yadda Yadda Yadda...
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