I remember them. One of my friends little brothers had one go through his hand because he was playing goalie. Honestly, he wasn't the sharpest penny in the toolshed. And that's saying a lot. I imagine they're arent many sharp pennies in the toolshed.
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I remember them. One of my friends little brothers had one go through his hand because he was playing goalie. Honestly, he wasn't the sharpest penny in the toolshed. And that's saying a lot. I imagine they're arent many sharp pennies in the toolshed.
aww, my brothers and sister had jarts, and my parent's would never let me play with them because they thought they were too dangerous...that's probably why i'm still alive today, though
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aww, my brothers and sister had jarts, and my parent's would never let me play with them because they thought they were too dangerous...that's probably why i'm still alive today, though
Haha, damn dude. Good thing we had a stone and brick house. My dad would not have appreciated me swiss cheesin up the house with my ninja lawn darts of death
I didn't say my Dad liked it :x I think thats about the time they went away for me :(
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Haha, damn dude. Good thing we had a stone and brick house. My dad would not have appreciated me swiss cheesin up the house with my ninja lawn darts of death
I didn't say my Dad liked it :x I think thats about the time they went away for me :(