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"The Stare"

So these kids were playing football outside, when one of these extremely untalented kids landed the ball smack on the front wall of my house. They edged around the place, deciding who should dare enter my den of a garden. One of them summonded up the courage, to which he recived a mighty stare. They're not suprisingly playing somewhere else now.

Prison wouldn't bother me. The thought of what my mother would say is what would bother me.

And then there would be the lengthy time in prison after wards.

But why give them a stare? A stab wound is much more effective.

The back of my garden is over-grown, wooded, and fenced off. A month or two back, some kids entered it. I strolled outside, my two dogs barking with insanity, the kids looked up, I gave them the stare. They fled.

Stare?

I'd have used a knife

You're a model to us all.

So these kids were playing football outside, when one of these extremely untalented kids landed the ball smack on the front wall of my house. They edged around the place, deciding who should dare enter my den of a garden. One of them summonded up the courage, to which he recived a mighty stare. They're not suprisingly playing somewhere else now.