Quote:haha
And Mr. Bunny is pretty happy about it too! :thumbsup:
Quote:Something like that! 
Does he wear hockey gear to bed?
Quote:Does he wear hockey gear to bed?
I'm not married to Michael Myers!!! :blink:
Quote:I'm not married to Michael Myers!!! :blink:
I'm sure he gets kicked enough to where he thought about it haha
Quote:I'm sure he gets kicked enough to where he thought about it haha
Just the shin guard! :thumbsup:
Quote:Just the shin guard! :thumbsup:
"I'm ready for bed, hun"..
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Quote:That's the trifecta of HELL NO!! Spiders, clowns and cornfields are all just wrong!!!!!
Plus the only thing wrong with cornfields are how sharp those husks and leaves can be. Would be pretty close to running through sawgrass. Can be nasty stuff..
Quote:Plus the only thing wrong with cornfields are how sharp those husks and leaves can be. Would be pretty close to running through sawgrass. Can be nasty stuff..
I've ran through many miles of cornfields growing up while having dirt clod wars with my brothers. I've felt the sting of sweat on my scored eyelids many times. Given my height at the time that's where they caught me.
Quote:I've ran through many miles of cornfields growing up while having dirt clod wars with my brothers. I've felt the sting of sweat on my scored eyelids many times. Given my height at the time that's where they caught me.
Me too.. That sucks doesn't it? Haha
Quote:Me too.. That sucks doesn't it? Haha
Didn't hurt as much as getting beaned with a rock hard clod, though.
Quote:Didn't hurt as much as getting beaned with a rock hard clod, though.
We called em dirt bombs..
Quote:We called em dirt bombs..
Yep. We used to use artillery barrages to flush someone out who was lurking along a row. Man that was fun.
Quote:Yep. We used to use artillery barrages to flush someone out who was lurking along a row. Man that was fun.
Damn skippy.. If you were lucky, they'd hit ya and just dust up in the wind.. half the time, even after they hit ya from 15 yards away and fell to the ground, you can pick em up and reuse em.
Quote:Damn skippy.. If you were lucky, they'd hit ya and just dust up in the wind.. half the time, even after they hit ya from 15 yards away and fell to the ground, you can pick em up and reuse em.
A couple of brothers who lived up the road used to play with us. The older one was big and strong and mean. That anus had a talent for finding the hardest clods around, and he could zing them. I caught him out in the open once and beaned him in the center of the back and once more as he spun around. I spent the rest of the afternoon running and hiding.
Those of us here in Florida would have pine cone wars! Same principle as the dirt wars...