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back in high school.. we had two seperate smoke pits. one for rockers .a.k.a " the skids" and the other pit for everyone else. skids werent allowed the regular smoke pit. one day someone thought it would be a good idea to rain down on them with snowballs at lunch. and we out numbered them 4 -1 so a few guys spend first break packing hard snowballs and a few ice balls. lunch hit and we attacked the skid pit. 3/4 of them ran into the school and whatnot. 1/4 of them came out to fight back. they were seriously out numbered . and were hit point blank as hard as people could throw them. one guy turtled and i threw a hard snowball , which hit him right were it counts. he looked back to see who threw it and got it pretty bad with face washes and snowballs. but after that day . the skids' who fought back were allowed into the other pit and gain a ton of respect from everyone in school.
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When I was maybe 14 or so, a buddy of mine had a little paper route. It was pretty easy because it was in a big apt/condo building. It was probably 10 stories tall. There were 2 "towers" that were connected by a narrower part of the building - if that makes any sense... anyway, you would start at the bottom of tower A, go to the top.... walk across the roof, then go down tower B and be done. He went away for Christmas or something, and asked me to do it for him. One day after an average Buffalo snowfall, I was trudging across the roof to start my way down on the other side. I stopped and looked over the wall, enjoying the view. I picked up some snow and crafetd a perfectly round ball. I had no gloves on so it became icy pretty quickly. I peered down to the street below and saw some guy riding a bicycle down West Ferry st. Never thinking I would actually hit him, I "led" him and chucked the snowball. I watched in amazement as the trajectory of the snowball, and his path looked as they would connect. They did. Right in his head. SPLAT. Down he went. I thought I killed him. Being a compassionate teenager, I ran inside as quick as I could... to finish the route and get the **** out of there. When I finished and walked out, the police were there along with some good samaritans. The guy was up and talking....They had absolutely no clue what had happened.
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One that stands out to me, is getting plastered by an ice-ball when i was 6 maybe 7, I can still feel like fuking thing. I ducking down behind a snow fort looked up and fuking nailed right in the left eye.
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First snowfall my senior in high school, and the senior class, of which I was a member of, had a brilliant idea to go out after the first lunch period (amazing how fast word spread before cell phones, texting and facebook) to have a snowball fight in the courtyard of the school. This way, half the school could see that seniors ruled! It was not a hotly contested snowball fight, no one was really trying to hurt anyone else. Girls were getting tackled into the snow, people get pushed into piles of snow, etc. I thought wouldn't it be fun to hit a friend of mine in the junk. So I make a perfect lake-effect snowball (heavy and wet), and lobbed it at this dudes nuts. I didn't rear back and chuck it, I just threw a decent fade pass to his crotch. It was like slow-mo when it left my hand. A perfect toss, right in the nads. He fell like a sack of potatoes, and writhed in agony on the ground. Sure I felt bad, but damn, did I make the perfect throw! VJR 6 - friends sack 0
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one time when I was about 11, we were having a small snowball fight at a state park on a cub scout trip and I gathered up a pretty nice ice/slush/snowball and hurled about a 40 foot rainbow shot that landed square in some kid's face. He was a big time complainer and obnoxious as hell so needless to say, it was very gratifying. I think he had glasses or contacts and he was stung pretty well or otherwise he probably would have kicked my ass.
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When I was in elementary school, we would have snowball fights every recess.
We even had teams and it was like a war. One day, some of us decided to make a bunch of snowballs at morning recess and put them under the outside tap and let them freeze til afternoon recess. So afternoon came and we had our "snow" ball fight, and one girl got one right in the nose. I dunno if it broke her nose but definitely bloodied it. Another kid had his glasses broke and got cut up pretty bad. Another one smashed a window in the school. We were pretty young and just thought they would hurt more, but these softball/golfball sized pieces of ice were pretty dangerous. Was fun as fuck tho. And we won, hands down.
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