ONly time I was knocked on my keister was when I was about 10 and my dad let me shoot his 12 guage....I think he laughed for about a week after that! He was always trying to “See what you’re made of, kid” I believe this incident was directly responsible for him getting me my own .410 ;-)
I told a 6ft 8 290 pound white woman I’d give her two bbq beef
sammiches if she’d blow up 2 flats on a food servin truck
she hit me so hard I saw Lincoln at the play