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Discussion in 'Himalayan Imports' started by munk, Oct 13, 2004.
I've got three cases of Hi-drive with caps, a 25" Kobra and a couple of guns.
Ya'll are nucking futz. That said, I think I'd join Danny and Nasty on the rooftop with a case of Guinness (can't believe no one remembered to bring the beer!!) my trusty Ruger .308 (the deerslayer), and my Bura-made Chitlangi. Oh yeah, and my 80 year old Police revolver for backup. And that wicked war clup Ferrous had at MWKK04 if he'll let me borrow it for the Apocalypse. Might even 'borrow' a Browning .50 cal from the arms room if it's the real-deal Apocalypse. That should give those orcs/zombies/liberals something to cry about!
Sounds to me like it's medication time ... Nurse Ratchett, come here, I have a job for you!
Welcome to our roof-top "guns and buns" Heavily armed barbeque, Road Runner.
Ya'll are nucking futz. That said, I think I'd join Danny and Nasty on the rooftop with a case of Guinness (can't believe no one remembered to bring the beer!!)---RR
Dear God! How could i have forgotten the Guinness!?! That's liquid Popeye to we Irish folk (or is that wee Irish folk?). Be sure to lower down a small cooler (make sure it is dispoisable) to those of us on the CFB (Cannon Fodder Brigade). We'll need a cold one after trying to draw the enemy into our trap of numerous lunchbox landmines...that we've forgotten where we've planted
"I" am the only SANE ONE in this group!!
Then you may be the "General" we've been waiting for.
Yes, yes, Mr. Duck we allllllll know how sane -you- are. **whispers:Rusty, get the syringe ready. i'll distract him with a puppet show**
Maybe the kind of "General" we keep in leather restraints in a geriatric chair.
But we'd guarentee to have TV in front of you!
GENERAL!!! I said I was SANE! Steely ,Rus has tried the needle before,didn't work,had a NURSE waiting in ambush. Rus ,put up a heck of a fight,sucker is like a Wolverine,I got "HIM" with the needle!Bwaaaaa!My vote for GENERAL is BILL THE CAT....."HE'S NUTTY AS A FRUITCAKE"!
I don't care who is General but he must address two alarming trends:
One: The folks assigned to the Keg of beer are not distributing the proper beer ration to the rest of the men.
Two: The folks assigned to the Barbecue are not distributing the proper food ration to the rest of the men.
I already told you munk. The barbecue crew is just doing their best to watch out for everyone else. I mean the food could be poisoned...or spoiled...or, or...just plain taste bad. Only our concern for the men on the walls would stop the flow of food going out to the front line people. I am starting to think that no one understands trials that the barbecue crew would face in a time like this. All that heat and wood smoke...the tasty meat
And I thought I would be safe ordering Moose Tongue and Sweetbreads! :grumpy:
Don't know where these guys guarding the barbie are from but I thought only ndns liked said innards. :grumpy:
Hell, maybe they're Creeks in disguise!!
Dayumed Creeks anyway, They've Always Been Like This!!!!
My friend Charlie Bear and I fried up an Antelope heart and it was tremendous.
OK, about the Barbecue crew; we'll have to initiate a rotation of personel in that role. It's been a week already and you guys have gained five pounds on average. Same with the kegger boys- move 'em out.
I hate issueing orders as I'm not the General. General; if youre out there, would you please step forward and assume the position?
yeah, I know; wink wink, nod nod.....we've a significantly disturbed group here. ...
I'll join up. I can bring my AK-47, eight hi-cap mags (two 75rd drums and eight 30 rounders), maybe some extra 7.62x39 on stripper clips, and my new Sher M43. I'm good for up to 200yds with my AK, so you can stick me on the front lines or with the duck for a some scoutin'/search n' destroyin'.
I have to agree with interm-general munk. Myself and a handful of other brave (read crazy as a goat's butt) men are on the front lines offer ourselves up to aliens, zombies, and liberals. We're dodging Yvsa zipping up and down an all around running over and shooting things (that part is pretty cool). We've got that crazy Duck "searching and destroying" God knows what...and then their are 17 guys guarding the grill and another 15 snipers watching the game and drinking beer 75% of the time. The only time they seem to even pick up their guns is to use the scope to peek in at the cute blonde holed up in her house a couple acres away. I want a transfer. Are there any positions where hot rubbing oil is applied to the skin women between the ages of 18 and 35? How about cleaning the pool? I'm good at that. Can i clean the pool and rub the women down. That's got to be almost as important as the BBQ, beer, and game on the tube. Remember, if these ladies are not entertained...well, how many of you guys have wives at home that won't let you sit for 5 minutes and watch the last couple plays of the second half?
Big Bob- you're in.
Jake, it's obvious to me we've reached a crisis. It's time to ship the women directly into the compound from the nearest town.
Playboy model with low self-esteem? I'm a good listener.
No one has explained this whole "last ditch" thing to me yet.
Enjoy every sandwich
I would think that "last ditch" ,in this case, would mean that we were out of food for the grill, bullets for the guns and the keg would be floating. By then Jake's hands would be way to oily to hold a khurk from rubbing down the ladies, the recon team would be lost and/or mad that we drank/eat everything. Half of us would be useless from the food and drink, bloated/nap time. So despite a valiant defense those left may simply be overrun.
LOL! By Mark's description we were finished before the enemy even got to us!
Now how many times in real life do we finish ourselves off with self doubt before the crisis even appears?
Of course, I'm not sure the the compound's glut of the senses was very introspective...