A kid who works for me told about going to pick up a girl. There sits Dad cleaning the shotgun. Yea he thinks, I've heard this stuff before, big deal, Im 6'2" and 225lbs. Dad finally explains what time she's to be home and then pulls a sharpie out, picks up a 12 gauge shell and asks him to spell Jarrod. He then writes his name on the shell, hands it to Jarrod and tells him to put it on the mantle next to the clock. He said it was all humerous till he sits it next to a fired shell that said "Josh". There was a kid who had dissappeared or ran off in their school named...Josh. Never seen again.

Funny sheet.