We all have them, something paintball related your embarrassed about. I'll go first.
I love hater marmalade. I take my time lubing a duckslide phantom that rarely hits the field. I can be caught smelling the jar when no ones looking.
My first Super Game (west) was 36, I had just got back into paintball after a lengthy hiatus. It was the final battle at the DMZ, paint every where, total pandemonium. Dan Bonebrake was speaking over a loud speaker, instructing players that, "If you are hit with a grenade you are out." Right when he finished his sentence a tippmann paint grenade smacked me in the face, drenching my mask in paint.
I like to smell gun breaches.
My twin brother destroyed me in a pistol duel, it was all caught on camera and I've never fully recovered.
I love hater marmalade. I take my time lubing a duckslide phantom that rarely hits the field. I can be caught smelling the jar when no ones looking.
My first Super Game (west) was 36, I had just got back into paintball after a lengthy hiatus. It was the final battle at the DMZ, paint every where, total pandemonium. Dan Bonebrake was speaking over a loud speaker, instructing players that, "If you are hit with a grenade you are out." Right when he finished his sentence a tippmann paint grenade smacked me in the face, drenching my mask in paint.
I like to smell gun breaches.
My twin brother destroyed me in a pistol duel, it was all caught on camera and I've never fully recovered.
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