AirGoofy
DIS Dad#341
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Rule number one. DO NOT TELL YOUR KIDS THE STUPID STUFF YOU DID! That goes for all of you. Some mild antidotes of silly things are OK but not the Oh MY God I Could Have Killed Myself stuff. Wait until they are older and you have much more dirt on them. Imagine this scenario...
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Of course not. Never write it down. Deny. Deny. Deny.
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There was nothing I could do. I curled up in the fetal position and awaited the inevitable. James was laughing hysterically in the front seat and Scummy just slumped lower and lower in his seat to keep his head below the rapidly growing cloud of smoke that filled the car so he could attempt to keep driving. As the fuses reached their conclusion, every daggone one of them did what they were designed to do. They flew. Oh my did they ever fly. I was peppered up and down the left side of my body with live ammo. It felt like a hundred bee stings. I had burn holes in my clothes from the rockets red glare and a hundred little explosions. These weren't burn marks, these were BURN HOLES. I even had several holes burned in to the crotch of my shorts. I kept those shorts and used them as a visual aid when telling the story to high school kids in the years to come.
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Yes, post pictures. I could show those shorts to a kid trying to date my daughter. I could say, "see what I did to the last kid".
