Post by cienade on Sept 20, 2006 16:52:58 GMT -5
During my 12-13 year, I was grounded. For the whole year. This ban only extended to:
-TV
-Computer
-Guns
Heres the story:
My parents leave for the night, so of course, I invite my freinds over and we get piss drunk. One of my friends, whom we will call Kyle, started insulting me. Of course, I am passive by day, but ridiculously violent by night.
I proceeded to punch him in the face, breaking my right thumb in the process. This was not noticed until the next day. He fell straight over, into my moms china cabinet. It teeters.
"Son of a bitch."
I jump forward, grab it, settle it back. Kyle punches me in the balls, a straight shot. I fall back, and start to turn the horrible pain into anger, and unleash that anger in the form of a well-placed kick to his head, which knocks against the china cabinet. He is dazed.
I get up, walk up to my room, and reach under my bed. My friend Scott tells me this:
"After he got back up, Kyle smashed beer and whiskey all over your living room, and was threatening to light it on fire. I was wrestling him for the lighter when it touched the carpet."
I came down stairs with a shotgun, to find my living room thoroughly engulfed in flame. Kyle realizes what he had done, and starts to try to put it out, suceeding in lighting himself on fire. Scott has had enough of us, and runs out the door. Kyle manages to put himself out on my lawn, and I somehow put my living room out.
With minor burns. Kyle tries to come back inside and apologize, and luckily swings the iron door shut as I fire my shotgun:
Fire damage: $17,000
Liqour: $200
New Door: $300
The look on my parents face the next day:
Priceless.
There is some things in life money can't buy, for everything else, theres MasterChief.
-TV
-Computer
-Guns
Heres the story:
My parents leave for the night, so of course, I invite my freinds over and we get piss drunk. One of my friends, whom we will call Kyle, started insulting me. Of course, I am passive by day, but ridiculously violent by night.
I proceeded to punch him in the face, breaking my right thumb in the process. This was not noticed until the next day. He fell straight over, into my moms china cabinet. It teeters.
"Son of a bitch."
I jump forward, grab it, settle it back. Kyle punches me in the balls, a straight shot. I fall back, and start to turn the horrible pain into anger, and unleash that anger in the form of a well-placed kick to his head, which knocks against the china cabinet. He is dazed.
I get up, walk up to my room, and reach under my bed. My friend Scott tells me this:
"After he got back up, Kyle smashed beer and whiskey all over your living room, and was threatening to light it on fire. I was wrestling him for the lighter when it touched the carpet."
I came down stairs with a shotgun, to find my living room thoroughly engulfed in flame. Kyle realizes what he had done, and starts to try to put it out, suceeding in lighting himself on fire. Scott has had enough of us, and runs out the door. Kyle manages to put himself out on my lawn, and I somehow put my living room out.
With minor burns. Kyle tries to come back inside and apologize, and luckily swings the iron door shut as I fire my shotgun:
Fire damage: $17,000
Liqour: $200
New Door: $300
The look on my parents face the next day:
Priceless.
There is some things in life money can't buy, for everything else, theres MasterChief.
