BikerBabe
Senior Master Sergeant
Get Lucky!
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T Bolt
Colonel
Just spent all day reading this thread and it feels like I broke a rib from laughing so hard!
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
Lucky chuckled and I could see his hair glistening in the doorlight like a nose hair after a sneeze. I peered hard into the dark. I could just make out the features of his face - a face that looked like a Pekingese trying to understand French.
"Do you expect me to talk?" I asked and pulled the gun out of my waistband and held it under the table.
Lucky chuckled again.
"No, Mr. Slade. I expect you to die." he said.
I was silent. My thoughts tumbled in my head, making and breaking alliances like socks in a dryer without Cling Free.
"So, the shoe is on the other foot, huh?" he smirked and let out another low chuckle as if a chipmunk farted. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
"Not a fun game when someone is stalking you, is it?" he spat. It missed me by inches.
The vodka I had consumed wanted to know if I was going to continue to put up with this crap, and I decided that I would not.
"I'm not the one with a gun pointed at his hairy bagpipes." I replied and cocked the gun loudly under the table. The situation had become topsy-turvy -- like Christmas in the summer, if you're in Australia. He paused before speaking again.
"I have a plan, Mr. Slade. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work." he said. "It was to annoy you, stalk you, just like you do for a living. And thats not much of a living."
I adjusted my grip on the Desert Eagle.
"Yer bum's oot the windae," I said, "Plans sometimes fade away like a turd in the rain."
As soon as I said that, a jukebox started up from somewhere in the darkness. It was a song by Journey. We faced off against each other - me with my gun and he with his breath. Someone came in through the door in a Members Only jacket, blinding us with the sudden flash of light from outside and headed to the bathroom. I could feel my palm start to sweat as we stared at each other. You could cut the tension with a well-placed veto.
The jukebox continued to play.
"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world
Took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
Took the midnight train going anywhere......"
"Do you expect me to talk?" I asked and pulled the gun out of my waistband and held it under the table.
Lucky chuckled again.
"No, Mr. Slade. I expect you to die." he said.
I was silent. My thoughts tumbled in my head, making and breaking alliances like socks in a dryer without Cling Free.
"So, the shoe is on the other foot, huh?" he smirked and let out another low chuckle as if a chipmunk farted. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
"Not a fun game when someone is stalking you, is it?" he spat. It missed me by inches.
The vodka I had consumed wanted to know if I was going to continue to put up with this crap, and I decided that I would not.
"I'm not the one with a gun pointed at his hairy bagpipes." I replied and cocked the gun loudly under the table. The situation had become topsy-turvy -- like Christmas in the summer, if you're in Australia. He paused before speaking again.
"I have a plan, Mr. Slade. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work." he said. "It was to annoy you, stalk you, just like you do for a living. And thats not much of a living."
I adjusted my grip on the Desert Eagle.
"Yer bum's oot the windae," I said, "Plans sometimes fade away like a turd in the rain."
As soon as I said that, a jukebox started up from somewhere in the darkness. It was a song by Journey. We faced off against each other - me with my gun and he with his breath. Someone came in through the door in a Members Only jacket, blinding us with the sudden flash of light from outside and headed to the bathroom. I could feel my palm start to sweat as we stared at each other. You could cut the tension with a well-placed veto.
The jukebox continued to play.
"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world
Took the midnight train going anywhere
Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit
Took the midnight train going anywhere......"
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Lucky13
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Aaron Brooks Wolters
Brigadier General
T Bolt
Colonel
Excellent! Don't stop now!! Don't stop Don't Stop Believin' !!!
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
Wow, I can't believe its been 5 years.....
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Aaron Brooks Wolters
Brigadier General
Could it be?
Let's hope so!
Crap! I'm outta popcorn!
Let's hope so! Crap! I'm outta popcorn!
vikingBerserker
Lieutenant General
drum Roll......
meatloaf109
1st Lieutenant
I'm ready!
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
sorry guys. Nothing so far.......
Lucky13
Forum Mascot
At work, so.....let's the booze flow!
What ya having lads?
What ya having lads?
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
Killian's
Matt308
Glock Perfection
Oh. A reprise! A wee nip of Canadian Yukon Jack.
Aaron Brooks Wolters
Brigadier General
Wild Turkey.
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Njaco
The Pop-Tart Whisperer
Aaron Brooks Wolters
Brigadier General
