So, it was a very nice summer day, a little over 10 years ago. We were at my grandparents house for the weekend(I believe). And kingofsiam and I were playing a little bit of hacky sack. We were playing pelt. For those of you who don't know what that is, you hit the hack a few times in a row, and then you get to catch the hack and hurl it at fellow hacky sack player. And if you get hit, you receive a letter, once you have enough letters to spell out "pelt" you have to bend over and take a shot from the hack on the ass. Seeing as it was just us two playing, there were no real alliances or teams so to speak.

Now, I'm not the best hack player around, but I consider myself to be better than average, and I was getting frustrated because my brother would hit me so much and so hard that it wasn't any fun. After getting pelted a few times I told my self, "enough is enough". The next time I had an opportunity to chuck the hack at my brother, I hurled it almost as hard as I could. Me having such horrible aim, the hack found it's way to kingofsiam's nether region. Needless to say, the game was over because he was laying on the ground cursing my name saying I'm a dead man. That's all the convincing I needed to get the hell out of there.

Nothing more really came of it after he felt better, because I cowarded behind some of the older relatives that were there. I didn't do it on purpose, but I still deserved some sort of reprimand for my childish actions. He's for sure gotten me back over the years. And maybe, just maybe my actions that day were caused by years of torment.

That's my kingofsiam story, I hope you all enjoyed it. The details have not been embellished, because there is really no need to. Have a great day!!