Originally Posted by
Ralphie Halves
Twice for me.
On the first time, I walked over to my friend's house, knocked on the door, and his older brother who I also knew answered by opening the door and pointing a shotgun at me asking "Do you value your life?". I wanted to call him a fukking dork and punch him for doing that, but he had a gun pointed at me.
I'll skip the details the best I can on the last time, but a few of us were bored and went to this girl's house to watch movies. Her dad was this always drunk redneck, and she said it was cool because he was passed out at a neighbor's house. He apparently woke up, because he started banging on the front door and yelling as we all ran out the back door. Dumb broad told us to come back because he wasn't even mad at us, and like idiots we did. When I pulled up, her dad was behind the glass of the storm door with a rifle pointed at us. My friend didn't see him, and as I was reversing out of there in a panic, he almost didn't make it back in the car. We heard the gun go off, but it didn't hit anything, and then she paged us again a few minutes later! We didn't call her ever again. She was on Jerry Springer years later where two brothers were fighting over her because she banged both of them and had a kid with one.