Just Call Me Annie Oakly
Sean is a brat. He is very good at it. But sometime, every once in a great while, it backfires on him. Last night he got what was coming to him.
He decided to scare me with a blast of compressed air that we had sitting in the office. It was cold and of course I jumped and squeaked, which he found very amusing. What he forgot was the fact that I had a cocked and loaded nerf gun on my desk, which I proceeded to nail him with. The extra layer of icing on this lovely revenge cake was when he dove for his nerf semi automatic, pumped it up, pulled the trigger and discovered that I had made off with all the darts in the thing days ago in order to practice with my new nerf gun.
Sean made for a wonderful moving target.
He decided to scare me with a blast of compressed air that we had sitting in the office. It was cold and of course I jumped and squeaked, which he found very amusing. What he forgot was the fact that I had a cocked and loaded nerf gun on my desk, which I proceeded to nail him with. The extra layer of icing on this lovely revenge cake was when he dove for his nerf semi automatic, pumped it up, pulled the trigger and discovered that I had made off with all the darts in the thing days ago in order to practice with my new nerf gun.
Sean made for a wonderful moving target.