"straight up jorkin my penits" I whisper as I fall. but a comrade steps over me and picks up my rifle. "STRAIGHT UP JORKING MY PENITS" he shouts as he charges

Three weeks since my five year old rode his jacket off a tall slide and into the ankles of one of the Jackass guys, eliciting a compliment. But the longer I’ve waited to say anything online…the more far fetched it’s sounding.