half-glocked
Marksman
This reminds me of a family story that my younger brother and I still get mocked for.
My mother was driving us back from a Home School Debate Tournament (I know, I lived such a rock-star life) when my younger brother and I swear to this day that we saw a big black animal plodding along the side of a country road (we both thought it was a bear). We tried to relay our concerns to our mother, who didn't see anything. She immediately told us it had to be either a cow or a llama.
Ever since then, each family gathering my poor brother and I have been ruthlessly mocked for having seen were-cows.
My mother was driving us back from a Home School Debate Tournament (I know, I lived such a rock-star life) when my younger brother and I swear to this day that we saw a big black animal plodding along the side of a country road (we both thought it was a bear). We tried to relay our concerns to our mother, who didn't see anything. She immediately told us it had to be either a cow or a llama.
Ever since then, each family gathering my poor brother and I have been ruthlessly mocked for having seen were-cows.