Quote Originally Posted by Harlan Huckleby
When I was about ten I lit a fire cracker and gave it to my little brother to hold. They should have shot me right then and there.
Yeah, my cousin Billy--from the Minnesota pig farm---pulled that one on me. Lucky it was just a little "Zebra" that blew my fingers an unnatural distance apart without detaching them from my hand.

The really nasty thing he did to his cousin from the city was to play a little game of football with me. He was going to be Joe Kapp and I would be the receiver. He made me go long...keep going...keep going...until I fell through the shit-encrusted cover of a liquid manure pit. Even Billy got into trouble for that.