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So the other day I was in my parent's back yard shooting BB guns with my brothers and my kids--you know the kind of thing you always do on a lazy December afternoon. My little brother Josh ran out to set the Coke cans we were using as targets back up and I thought I'd like to see him dance so I shot him in the rear from 30 feet with 5 pumps on the gun. I surmised that it stung a little by the girly screams he let out, but nothing serious. A couple minutes later I bent over to pick something up and Josh, from 5 feet away and 10 pumps this time, ripped one into my rear end. Needless to say it really hurt. A little more than I had experienced in the past with BBs. About 10 minutes later I felt it and my bum was sticky. I thought "I don't remember sitting in anything." When my fingers came back reddish I realized I was bleeding. As part of Jenny's punishment for marrying me, I made her come in and look at it for me. Bottom line, 3 X-rays and 2 hours in an urgent care facility confirmed that I have a BB about 1 1/2 inches into my kiester. The guy gave me some anti-biotics and luckily my tetnis shots are up to date. The receptionist and all the nurses had a good laugh about this story as have the entire Baxter side of our family. Jen got a nice close up of the shot and you can actually see the BB hole and blood all over my pants. I'm just afraid I am going to set off airport security metal detectors.