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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.So glad you are ok!
Geez, what a night!!  |
 
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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.bloody hell, man! i am very happy that didn't turn out worse...and wussy part, schmussy part, you had no idea at the time that was a bb gun and it might not have been...nervous laughter indeed, next time pollute the earth and drive your car
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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.so what if it was only a BB gun?!??! They can take out an eye!!!
It's all fun and games til someone loses an eye!  Seriously...damn scary...BB gun or no! |
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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.Ya think I got a target on my back or something? Jesus I gotta change my karma!
UPDATE. these were two punks from Rochester. And they had been involved in a string of robberies around here. $100,000 bail. and now for the wussy part. It was a BB gun. |
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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.Jesus Christ! Is there anywhere you can't go without being stalked by someone or something!? Least you're ok. You might wanna go buy a shotgun and saw it off and carry it with ya. Sounds like your area is trying to becoming the new Syracuse.
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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.Glad you didn't get hurt, that sucks major ass. I think I'd rather take my chances with the bears here, at least they are rational...
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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.that was about my reaction. Except a little more surreal. thanks for the good wishes. To Ianmine too.
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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.Holy SHIT!
You never know how you'll react, until it happens, eh? Damn glad you're okay. |
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How I Spent Three Hours of my Tuesday Night.Sweet Jesus!
I'm glad you're ok! |
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