Guns don’t kill people...
trucks kill people
It will put your eye out.
The iconic Daisy BB gun is made in China. Not sarcasm, truth.
Don’t forget to lose your BB gun in a “tragic boating accident”.
SemiAutomatic Assault BB Gun?
I think this is satire, boys. Check out the WEB page.
Ask Ralphie.
Can't tell you how many BB gun fights I was in! LOL
BB gun? tHAT’S AN ar-15 to libs! Hide!
And the capacity of the Assault BB gun’s “clip”, it must hold hundreds of BB clip bullets.
“I go to the counter and the death merchant asks me if I wanted BBs to go with it.”
Death merchant?
I have a feeling that this guy is a little light in the loafers.
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Daisy BB guns: Made in China.
What a shot! This guy hit the target on his first try ever!
I'm afraid that when I took my BB gun and tried to shoot Coke cans, they stubbornly remained on top of that fence. I had no clue about aiming. My stepfather never missed a can.
BTW, it would be nice if the original piece that this is a satire of could be linked. It was even funnier, because the writer was seriously trying to pass himself off as serious.
Always prefers Crossman’s myself. You could get some real semi-auto action out of their M1 Carbine.
I always wanted one in the worst way, but it was out of the question. I could have knives, machetes, switchblades and slingshots, but I simply couldn’t afford one, and my parents would never buy me one. They weren’t anti-gun, I think to them, it was something that would result in a little hole in the glass window next door or the kid next door.
When I was a kid in the Philippines, I wanted a ‘bolo’ so badly (I was around 11-12). We had a Filipino guy who did yard work for us, and he made them out of old leaf springs, so he made me one. It had a wooden handle, and he wound some thin red and yellow rope around the handle...:)
No charge. What a guy. I’ll tell ya, I was prouder than a dog with two tails!
But I could have slingshots of my own making and design. I began making slingshots when I was around 7 or 8, but I just couldn’t get the hang of them. I would always pull back, and either the “Y” branch would break, the strips of bicycle tire would break, or the leather thingie where you put the rock would come loose. That was a constant pain in the face...even if the branch didn’t break, and the rubber didn’t break, some piece would always break loose and nearly put your eye out or leave a nearly bleeding welt somewhere on your face, forearm or hand. I think my problem was, every single time I shot something, I pulled it back as far as I could...just excited.
I wanted a wrist rocket so bad, but I didn’t get one till I was a middle aged man!
When I was younger, I lived in Japan, and found that I could buy fireworks off base, and I bought a bunch of smoke bombs that were spherical, maybe an inch in diameter with a great big thick fuse coming out one end. They would spit sparks and blue, green, red, or yellow smoke. I thought I would be clever one day, and from my back yard, I lit them and fired them with my slingshot into a playground that was down the hill and across the street.
They left a nice arc in the air...I was having a great time, until, to my horror, I saw the grass in the playground had caught fire. The sparks one of them spit out had ignited the dry, brown grass quite readily.
I ran upstairs, threw my smoke bombs and slingshot in between my mattress, and cowered just below the open window sill, peeking with only my eyes and forehead visible. I saw the fire trucks drive up, and I knew the Shore Patrol was going to be knocking on my door any second...and my dad the Security Officer on the base!!!!!
My best friend had a BB gun, and he never let me fire it...I think his parents got it for him and made him swear not to let any other kids use it, because they will put a small hole in the windshield of the car next door, or the kid next door!
Well, we had a streetlight that we hated, because...it lit everything up. So, we thought we would shoot it out with the BB gun. It was one of those kind that had some kind of lamp inside a thick glass half-sphere cover, and no matter how many BBs he fired into it that damn light wouldn’t go out, and it was full of little tiny holes. It got to be a ritual. We were looking for monkeys or monitor lizards to shoot at, and every time we passed it, he would fire a few desultory rounds into it. One night, we stopped to take a shot, and when he hit it, the whole glass thing broke loose in one piece and plummeted to the asphalt, smashing and scattering what seemed like dozens of BB’s anywhere.
Well, we weren’t going to let them go to waste, so we wen down there and began gathering up as many as we could find, when we suddenly realized if someone came by and saw us, we were going to have some ‘splainin to do, so we bolted!
to paraphrase a liberal article writer who wrote of his experience with a AR-15 rifle:
It kicked so hard that I had me shoulder dislocated, it’s bang was so loud that I lost hearing in my right ear, and its BB knocked a hole in a barn that was over a mile away.
At 8 years old when my dad gave me my first Daisy BB gun I can’t begin to tell everyone how happy I was.
Now that I think back on it I can’t believe why both he and I weren’t belittled, persecuted or even arrested because the magazine of that lever action assault rifle held well over a hundred rounds of ammunition.
BB bouncing off of a beer can PING!
Geez - I had one of them when I was a kid sixty plus years ago - used to try to shoot birds with it - until one day when I actually hit a bird and felt so sorry for the poor dead thing that I never shot it again.....