I sent my sons to an abandoned campground with their cousins to play paintball. But it was right next to a golf course. They were having a blast. Then they heard sirens (they were like 11yo) A police officer called over his mike, put down the guns boys right now or we'll shoot. The golf people called reporting gunfire. Scared the boys to death. Cops thought it was the real thing.
Navy Seals are Cooler then Pirates You Can Dream Anyway, There's always next year!!!
OceanCityGirl wrote:I sent my sons to an abandoned campground with their cousins to play paintball. But it was right next to a golf course. They were having a blast. Then they heard sirens (they were like 11yo) A police officer called over his mike, put down the guns boys right now or we'll shoot. The golf people called reporting gunfire. Scared the boys to death. Cops thought it was the real thing.
Did you ever hear a painball gun? Those had to the be dumbest cops on Earth. I'd say dumb golfers, but that's redundant
Desdamona wrote:Now you have to buy expensive equipment, drive to a remote location and Paintball![/b][/color]
Just play in the backyard. Oh yeah, not everyone grew up in walking distance to hundreds of wooded acres...
Only hundreds?
What can I say, I was poor
What? No wilderness areas around?
Lots of them. But after walking to school...10 miles...shoeless...through 6 feet of snow...uphill...both ways I was too tired to go anywhere other than the closest place.
rednekkPH wrote:after walking to school...10 miles...shoeless...through 6 feet of snow...uphill...both ways I was too tired to go anywhere other than the closest place.
Dad?
SAVE THE EARTH
It's the only Planet that has chocolate.
rednekkPH wrote:
Lots of them. But after walking to school...10 miles...shoeless...through 6 feet of snow...uphill...both ways I was too tired to go anywhere other than the closest place.
I once had a job that I would ride my bike downhill both ways to.
(Ski resort) I would ride to one lift, take my bike to the top and work ride another lift down that was uphill from my pad.....Ok the bar.
rednekkPH wrote:after walking to school...10 miles...shoeless...through 6 feet of snow...uphill...both ways I was too tired to go anywhere other than the closest place.
My oldest sister once stood my little sister up on the back of the couch and threw darts at her as if she were a knife thrower from the carnival! My mother walked in before it was "too late". Needless to say, the big sister had to go out in the yard and pick her own switch off the tree!!
red rover
uncle
skate in the street
indian pile
bloody mary
"shells sink, dreams float, life's good on our boat..."
buffettbride wrote:I always used to have those ball-cracker things. I'm not trying to be a pervert...but they were these big balls on the end of like 8" of string and connected with a little paddle/handle thing. You tried to get the balls to smack eachother really hard.
Klackers? They were pretty dangerous! Mine had crystaled balls
Mine were lime green with glitter inside...loved those things. I actually found a pair several years ago, cheap imitations compared to the ones we had, but my friend and I had a great time at work playing with them.
