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god whats next... the "scale the wall of razor wire" game?
actually i watched a bunch of drunk jocks in highschool.. they drove 3 and 4 wheelers on my friends property.. scaring the cows.. we went and got the guns to scare them off but yup sure enough. the head football coachs' son took a wiz and hit the fence.. he just stood there.. he had his back to us .. when he finally emptied his bladder he just fell over.. we started shooting in the air.. several of them fell across the fence.. in thier mad dash to get out... hehe.. everyone was ok though.. but you scare cows they dont give milk for days..
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