yes, this is the actual nail they pulled out of his leg, not
some picture I pulled off the web.  So my Daddy shot himself
with a nail gun again.  This time he was nailing up some ceiling
joists in his new shop and when he was coming down the ladder,
it went off.  He sort of just stood there so I asked him if he
shot himself again.  He said "Yeah" in his slow drawl, like it
was no big deal.  Right about then, the boy who swims started to
panic and run around hollering, "Call 911!".  We got him calmed
down and I told him that I would just drive Daddy to the
emergency room.  Dynomite stayed surprisingly calm and helped
get him into my truck.  When he was getting him situated, we
remembered to take the 45 out of Daddy's pants.  Emergency Rooms
don't usually like you to come packing.  Dynomite put the gun in
Daddy's truck and he and the Boy who swims stayed with the
little girls who were there while I drove to the hospital.  I
drove like a bat of hell and didn't see one stinking cop.  Of
course every other time I