After I die, wherever my spirit goes, I'm going to try to get back and visit my skeleton at least once a year, because, "Hey, old buddy, how's it going?"
They should be thankful those weren't real bullets! I agree with the previous post. If you don't want to get shot, get a LIFE! Take you sorry ass out and do something besides protest things you're not smart enough to understand!
Hey those rubber bullets work well!! If you don't want to get shot get out of the way.... Get a job and move out of your parents basement while you're at it!
