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Originally Posted by Ray
Dumbass shot me and my friend while duck hunting. We were on a 3 wheeler and a duck flew between us and him. My friend got most of the shot in him, he was behind me.
My dad owned a small motel in Cameron when I was a kid. One summer I was there and my step mother said she heard a loud knocking sound in the room next to the office. The room was empty, so she sent me in it. I saw nothing, but heard it from the room next door. She sent me to ask what all the noise was. I knocked and saw the door spinter. One bullet went straight out the door, next to my head and the other one went at an angle and I saw it after it lodged in the wood on the side of the door. There were 3 out of town shrimpers and a prostitue in the room. They were drunk and one was sitting in a chair, the other 2 took turns shooting to see how close they could come to hitting his ears. The hooker locked herself in the restroom.
Sheriff Dept. locked them up overnight then ran them out of town. My dad got the .25 auto and I got a .22 revolver they were shooting in the room.
We had many BB gun wars when I was a kid. Worst hit was in the chin. Not much meat between the bone and the skin. Hurt forever.
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Sounds like a good joke, 3 outta town shrimpers and a prostitute walk into Hebert's, .........