The following is a gruesome tale with a moral attached. One Saturday morning we got hold of a few rifles and played with them in our living room. Our landlord took them away from us. It was this same day that I found out that having firearms goes against BYU Housing policies. So, kids, keep your rifles, flamethrowers, and crossbows safe and clandestine.
I won this showdown. Obviously. I'm still alive to tell the tale.
Nathan takes the rifles away.
2 comments:
You might not get to meet Boo Rad, but you could become Atticus Finch with that kind of a rifle.
HAHAHAH! I just saw this for the first time. That last picture kills me! (again, I guess). Dang, why did Nathan have to end all that fun?
Mo, I love you more that you love the sound of broken lightbulbs on pavement. I love you more than Saturday's Warriors itself!
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