I figure I'd tell my story here at JBB, since schools out and I can't tell them...... Well it all starts here, for Christmas my sister was asking everyone for a BB gun. Everytime she asked someone, I'd be right behind her saying, "No! She'd shoot her eye out" My mom told her no, but she's a daddy's girl and conned our dad into buying it. "If you ever point it at anybody, I'm going to break that gun in half" he told her. Then our cousins came down for the holidays too, so my cousin was suppose to teach her how to shoot it. Well we took it out to our grandparent's yesterday to teach her, cuz they live in the country. They were shooting out by the barn, and I came out to see what they were shooting at. First thing she shot was a old car's window they told her not to shoot, I looked at her, "Are you a dumbass?". She said it was an accident. So she walked off, so I'd thought I would be funny and take her BB's inside the house. So I started to walk off then she says, "Give me my BB's back" I acted like I couldn't hear her cuz the wind was blowing pretty hard. Then she says "I'll shoot you", this with 3 of my cousins around. So I start to turn around to give her BB's back, when it feels like I just got hit by a whipping stick on the side of my face. First thing I thought, damn where's the stick that hit me. I started to feel the side of my face where there's a little lump on my side burn, I thought it swelled up instantly. Then my cousins come running up to me "Behind your ear is bleeding!" Then it hit me, she actually shot me! She comes running up to me "I'll give you 20 dollars if you don't tell! It was accident, I didn't mean to". So I walked in the house yelling, "Fucking Erika shot me in the damn head!" So my mom looks at it, gives me a wet wash cloth,thinking the BB isn't to far in my head. But there was a whole behind the lower part of my ear, where the lobe meets the head. I went under my ear into to the top side of my side burn. So they took me to a the ER where I had to wait with 10 people watching me in the waiting room. But there was this one crazy kid in there, rocking back and forth saying, "The Snakes are coming mommy, help me, The Snakes are coming" thinking to myself, "And I thought I had problems" So they took me in to an room where it took them 30 minutes for the doctor to come in and say yup, you got shot, then he left again. I then told my mom, "I should of punched her, I could of gotten away with saying my emotions just took over". Waited another 2 hours listening to old people moan and grunt before X-Ray guy came to get pictures, (Guy smelled like crap). Then when I got back, the doctor shaved off part of my sideburn, numbed it, and did a mini surgery to get the BB out. It was weird cuz it was numb, but I could still feel him pulled the skin try to get the BB out. They got it out and gave me a few stiches and an anti-biotic, then sent me home. When I got home I guess my sister thought she killed me or something, she tried to runaway but my aunt went and got her. My dad wasn't too happy, cuz when we got home he broke the gun in half, and wasn't happy there was a 700 dollar bill coming in the mail. My sister's version of the story was that she was sitting the gun down, and the wind pulled the trigger, bunch of BS if I ever heard any. Well that's my story.....
wow that sucks man especially since its like around chritmas and yourwhole familys over, i would of like broke my sisters leg lol at least you have bragging rights now, you can be like i got shot in the head and lived, andnow you can make mutil platinum rap albums about it
Damn, I would of whipped her. How old is she? <div class="quote_poster">Quote:</div><div class="quote_post">at least you have bragging rights now, you can be like i got shot in the head and lived, andnow you can make mutil platinum rap albums about it</div> I almost fell of my chair.
At least you can brag to your friends that you got shot and lived. Then you can proceed to make a terrible, commercial-filled rap album based off of that and sell millions. Oh wait... Edit: Damn, was too late.
<div class="quote_poster">CPaulDWade#3 Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">Damn, that sucks. The title is misleading, i went in thinking you were on your death bed.</div> I assume that if he actually was "in his death bed", the last thing he'd do is come to JBB and tell people that he got shot . As for the story itself, wow...how old is your sister? I'm assuming she's pretty young, and this is why you don't give kids BB guns.
<div class="quote_poster">Karma Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">I assume that if he actually was "in his death bed", the last thing he'd do is come to JBB and tell people that he got shot . As for the story itself, wow...how old is your sister? I'm assuming she's pretty young, and this is why you don't give kids BB guns.</div> Lol, i just meant i thought he got actually shot.
Damn, I hope you're feeling good. What type of gun was it and was the BB metal or plastic? Sucks that your dad broke it. I would've taken the gun and shot her right back, lol.
Damn man, I would have tackled your sister and broke the BB gun in around 50 pieces if she ever did that. Hope you feel better though... On another note, why would a girl ever want a BB gun?
<div class="quote_poster">C.K. Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">On another note, why would a girl ever want a BB gun?</div> My sister is a tom boy, so he acts like a guy. She's 12, but not responsible enough to get a BB gun in the first place, that's why my dad should of listen to me. Forget getting an album on this stuff, I'll become the feel good story of the JBB Winter Tourney in the Hip Hop section
I'm glad you're alright, but what the hell were your parents thinking buying your 12 year old sister a BB gun?
Well I'm glad nothing bad happened, but that was a great story you told; very entertaining. Hopefully your sister doesn't bother you again.
<div class="quote_poster">J_Ray Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">My sister is a tom boy, so he acts like a guy. She's 12, but not responsible enough to get a BB gun in the first place, that's why my dad should of listen to me. Forget getting an album on this stuff, I'll become the feel good story of the JBB Winter Tourney in the Hip Hop section </div> Glad you're okay. Good thing this happened after our battle.
<div class="quote_poster">Iggy Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">I would have took the 20 dollars, tackle her, then tell anyways.</div> I would cut a deal for $40 and then blackmail her every time I needed something.
Damn man, I'm glad to see you're well enough to post here so you should be fine. I don't know what your father was thinking in the first place giving her a gun of anykind, period. Kids don't need that crap it only makes them violent in my opinion. Point proven it would seem? I had to laugh the second time I read through this for my fianc?. Although it does bring back memories of a surgery my mom had as a child. She needed surgery on her ear that lasted seven hours. They couldn't put her to sleep so they just did the same as for your surgery. Mind you they used a drill in her head and that she could've died if she didn't have the surgery. I also suffered from surgery as a kid as I was born with my foot cracked in half, believe it or not. I don't think I should post pictures of the scar. Anyway, you're lucky that BB didn't go into your ear you could've lost your hearing on one side.
Wow, weird story. Serious and funny... good to hear that you're alright. I figure your five senses are perfect if you could hear old people and smell the guy that did the x-ray on you. When I was reading the story, I was like "take the 20 bucks you dumbass" until I hit the part "they did a mini surgery to take the BB out" .. ouch.
