Don’t get me, I’m much older and wiser now.....
1) in our teens my best friend and I were on our way to go dove hunting. Hanging out the window with my shotgun aiming at a road sign I see a mut looking dog so I crack one off at it. Runs away yelping so he speeds up, slides his mini van (yeah he had a sweet ride) sideways, and blasts the dog out his window on this country road Y intersection. He throws it in the ditch and we proceed to hunt. The next morning we wake up at to his mom yellllllling his name and “get your fucking ass up here!!!”
apparently the family was on a walk and heard the shots, saw the slide and saw us get out. They found their dog there. Complete fucking assholes. Still feel bad some 20+ years later.
2) my older, much larger brother took my last piece of cake I was saving. So while standing in the kitchen yelling about it I busted him in the face and got his blood on two of the kitchen walls. Feel kinda bad 20+ years later.
3) same brother was picking on me once. For some reason I had some real-ish handcuffs in my hands and managed to get them on his wrists. Threw him on the ground and beat on him. He eventually busted them off by slamming them on the counter until his wrists were bloody and then proceeded to chase my friend and I out of the house with a shotgun.
4) my friends lived in a two story farm house. There were 4 brothers and I basically grew up there in my spare time. We were throwing clothes hangers down the hallway at each other for fun (long hallway upstairs). I tucked behind the door, grabbed a pump up BB gun and used the door as a shield while aiming down the hall. When I saw movement I started the squeeze and as soon as he popped out of that room I landed a bb on his upper chest. To this day he has a raised welt in that spot. (Pretty fucking stupid, I know)
