Some here are old enough to remember when men were men...
if anything, you gave each other shit....in good fun
and you struck gold if you got under a guy's skin....
and you might even take off running....hell I did
played pranks....some got out of hand....
but never out of meaness, it was always in good fun
watching some of the old movies from the late 30's and early 40's
that's what they do even in those movies....I laugh my butt off at it....
had a room mate MANY years ago, we were really good friends
one night in the dark---here came a dirty sock across the room that hit me in the face
until I hit him with a dirty underwear likewise
one of us would start that crap if we couldn't sleep, and of course I was just nodding
off that night when he did it.....to see the other wake up with a dirty sock across his face
and he got the paper every day with a rubber band on it
and he stuck 'em on the door knob by his bed
so----*zing* across the room in the dark and he popped me in the nose with a rubberband.....
and my friggin' crooked fingers from Sister Yolanda breakin' em because I wrote left-handed,
I couldn't hit him for crap...it finally pissed me off
well we had wrist rockets we used to use hunting ducks on a nearby pond at night
and he used to drink cocoa with little marshmallows sometimes
Now keep in mind we had both undressed and went to bed in our underwear
when I finally got pissed.....and had spots all over me from those rubber bands
I grabbed my wrist rocket, ran to the kitchen and grabbed his bag of little marshmallows
he popped me in the ass with a rubber band he'd pulled back over a foot as I ran by....
lights were on at that point
and he had jumped up to pop me with another and was looking at me with that wrist rocket
pulled clear back to my shoulder aimed right at his balls
I fired, he jumped Up and it missed him and he saw it sink into the sheetrock KERSMACK!
He said looked back and said DAMN! and HEY! Hold on There!
Only to see me drawing back again aiming for his privates......
and it hit him right in the right thigh just to the side of his manjunk
He went straight up in the air well over 3 feet....and I saw blind rage come over him
on the way up and it was like slow mo as he was coming back down
I threw the wrist rocket and marshmallows up in the air and ran out the door
wearing nothing but my underwear and it was -27º that night....
he stopped at the door and slammed it shut and locked it
now we lived in a smaller 2 story apt building with parking all around
across from a high school and a town cop was the bldg mgr....
and there I was hiding from high school kids driving around
and people from the bldg....until after about 45 minutes
I couldn't take it anymore......snuck up to our 2nd story apt door
and it was now unlocked......opened the door and said can I come in?
he croaked....IF I COULD GET UP, I'd SHOOT YOUR ASS...
come on in....his leg...OMG.....had a black blood blister over 6 inches across
he could barely move......well that ended the dirty sock throwing and rubber band crap
he jumped in the tub, turned on the shower, and popped that monster with a pocket knife
took him about 3 weeks to get back to normal
If I had hit where I aimed.......it would've either killed him or crippled him for life.....
He didn't hold it against me, heck, he got his licks in on me at times...
and so it went when Men were Men.......©
