The head was always my favorite target ... nothing beats hearing the whimpering of a buddy who can't decide if he's gonna sit there and take it, or run out with his pants around his ankles.... that is .. until he gets you back!
... ahh memories ...
Shaving cream grenades the night before a JOB were fun too.... FIRE IN THE HOLE! If I say barbasol, push-pins, and duct-tape, does anyone else know what I'm talking about?
