Boys
Boys. Never having grown up around boys, I didn't know much what to expect of little boys, but one thing is for certain: I thought their fascination with guns, loud noises, and machinery was taught to them. Not. I'm now absolutely sure it's hard-wired into them from birth. Never in all my childhood was I ever tempted to do this:
Boys. There's just not much more to say!
Line 'em up and....
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Shoot 'em down one by one.
Boys. There's just not much more to say!
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