So this summer one of my friends gave me this:
So now I have a fake land mine to play with. There was real temptation to put it out front when the lawn guy showed up. Or when the Jehovah’s Witnesses are running around the neighborhood.
Now, I remember getting the mine as such:
My brother and I are at his house awaiting our friend so we could go see Dark Knight Rising. Friend comes in and holds up fake mine.
Me: “Cool, a land mine.”
Brother: “I don’t know what is more disturbing, that (Friend) has a land mine or that my brother knows what it is.”
My brother has since informed me that me recollection of the event was faulty. I don’t give a damn. My story is better, and that’s all that counts. Maybe. I think. Damn.
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