Gee I wish I had a story...Well I supose I could just make one up huh? So here goes:
I was born on a Speedball field in South Carolina. My mother went into labor just after bunkering a guy. They didn't call it bunkerin back then. It was called "Oh ****'n" someone. Know why. Thats what they would say when you popped up over the hay bale and was about to smack em with a paintball up side the head. No wonder huh? Anyway what was I sayin?...Oh yea...The prize was always a young Pig or a Chicken or something back then. Now this was back in 1956. So they used real paint, oil based I think, no wipin in them thar days... yessiree there wasn't..oh yea..where was I?... and they rolled this paint into balls themselves and blew it out of a hollowed out water pipe with their mouths. Not many know of this early editon of Paintball. Most of the evidence is long lost. Or forgotten. And now for some reason Mom was real popular in High school for that talent. For some reason. I forget why. So anyways... I grew up on that thar field with homemade Paintballs flying around. Duckin and dashin to the dinner table and into the bath till I got old enough to get the Hell away from there. And make somthin of myself. Did I ever tell you kids the story of when I went off to College? ...oh well thats another thing all together. Now where was I? Oh yea...Never went back to the sport until just recently. My Kid started playing and tellin me about this thing called Painball... Or I though he said Painball... My hearing ain't so good and I don't always get it jsut right the first tiem. Mostly its my left side although my right side can be trouble if the pitch is real high and ...Sorry where was I? Oh yea...so I wasn't realy interested in this Painball thingy...you see I got this bad back and my knee's...well...anyway...So he says "no Daddy, PAINT ball!". I said to him "Son we played that back in 56!" Why I was born on a Paintball field"... I says...See thats where that phrase first got started yep! It was me. I invented all kinds of those. Like this one:"Don't let the front door hit ya where the good Lord split ya". Yep, that was mee too. And...um...well back to my story...He says "**** Daddy you are a liar for sure". I says "well Son, maybe so... maybe so". So later I buys myself a Gun and joins him out there. Just nie abouts a year ago. A mag of course. Heard they was good. Earnie said so. Earnie has the local Hardware store you see. He sells a lot of stuff. Screws, Bolts, Chicken feed, fertilizer, wheel barrows, hoes, rakes...well...all kinds of stuff. Did I ever tell you the one about the time Earnie and Luther played paintball? I gotta tell that one some day. Now what was I talkin about...
Just goes to show you that the more things change the more they stay the same huh? I invented that one too! Didn't know that did ya?
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