^^ Heh, and if you had to use profanity, you could use outdated Elizabethan curses that no one would really understand.
"Avaunt, ye poxy knave, and point yon arrow downrange, lest ye strike mine head, and I must curse thee for a right scrumpish sot!"
"Avaunt, ye poxy knave, and point yon arrow downrange, lest ye strike mine head, and I must curse thee for a right scrumpish sot!"




It had lost all forward momentum by then and I was using dull kids arrows, plus the fact that it only went into his unused side yard. But I decided it would be best to not have to listen to him b#%@& and moan at me and quit practicing. (He's a grumpy old man with nothing better to do than drink and b@$!% about our yard, our dog, me, my brother, my parents, our plants, our air conditioner, our paint colors etc etc etc...
They did just open a new sports center near us with a range though.




Comment