This reminds me of one day... Me and my brother were home alone and i found a pod of paint in my room. not thinking i asked him if he wanted me to shoot him so he could see how it feels. he stood about 25yds away and i sent 3 balls at him. they hit him but none broke. he had three half-dollar sized welts on his back for a week. i didn't think but the shells had hardened. he still hasn't forgiven me for that, but i couldn't give a rats *** even if he did.
"Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face."