OK sniper. you gotta knife coming!!!! Oh its trusty
My family and I decided to go to the MALL. I put my H&K UPS .45 Compact in my right handed GALCO paddle Holster on my hip and grabbed my 98 EMERSON SPECWAR.
We arrived at the MALL and had to park in a very dark area. As soon as we exited, four seven foot Males, dressed in all black clothing approached, armed with baseball bats and confronted us. OH NO!!!! I forgot to load my gun. I then went for my "WAR" and WHAM!!!! My face exploded into pieces. I fell into a heap onto the pavement.
I tried to get to my feet. My wife and kids were screaming. I struggled, and with every ounce of energy I...WHAM!!! my knees buckled, and down I went, my right leg shattered. I was paralyzed.
The TALLEST male started to scream sexual remarks to my 11 year old daughter. OH LORD, I Prayed send some help.
ALL OF AS SUDDEN from NO where came as Blue Hyundai. ALL I could see was the license plate. It said:"Ohitstrusty" Out came this strapping young 20 year old. He was built just like ....PEE WEE HERMAN
In a very calm voice I heard my wife say OH KIDS, IT'S TRUSTY!!!!! I felt an inner peace, a warmth, a sign from GOD
Who the phuck is "TRUSTY"??????
The thought of my wife and daughter being gang-raped was passing thru my mind. I was trying to muster just a little strength to maybe stab one of the bad guys in the toe with my "WAR". How could I have left home with an empty "AUTO"? Damn I thought I was THE TACTICAL ONE?????
I just could not get up. The pain was unbearable. Man, could I use a DRINK!!!! maybe an nice ICED SAPPHIRE, with alot of ROCKS
How did I make so many Tactical errors?? Where is my B.O.B.?????
Just then, TRUSTY reached into his Hyundai and pulled out a "Gauge" "Man I hope it's loaded", I said to myself. Then I heard one of the NOT SO TALL guys say " OH it's TRUSTY. he is that PUSSY from BF who makes up all the stories about being a HERO"
WAIT, I yelled, "Do you BAD GUYS belong to Blade Forum DOT COM?"
"NOPE" said the SHORTEST of the TALLEST, " we belong to home sewing club DOT COM" I then realized my family and I were in SERIOUS trouble.
I just glared at TRUSTY. Is he gonna HELP or is he a PUNK? DAMN, here I am a MASTER of TACTICS, a VETERAN of GUNFIRE, a HERO, and a group from the HOME SEWING CLUB DOT COM has dropped me like a ton of sh*t on the pavement. "OH TRUSTY", I yelled, "is it you?" DAMN, IT IS TRUSTY, WE ARE SCREWED!!!!!
I again tried to struggle to my feet, but could not. AS I began to yell to TRUSTY to call the Police, I heard a terrible scream. "OH IT's TRUSTY pissing his pants. I think I smell sh*t, kind of hard to tell with all the bullsh*t in the air.
NOW things were gonna get bad. TRUSTY had arrived but found himself stuck in a "fatal funnel" created by two of the best sewing machine OPERATORS around. Things were beginning to get fuzzy, I was trying NOT to pass out. I kept hearing this sick baby whimpering, and kept smelling this TERRIBLE SH*T odor. Then it came to me!!!! "OH IT'S TRUSTY. He has pissed and SH*T himself" Everything I read about him IS TRUE, he CANNOT be trusted, he is a PATHETIC PUSSY" "TRUSTY?????? YEAH, RIGHT"
It was TIME for my family and I to DIE. I was scared, but not frightened. I was very worried about my wife and kids. I felt so GUILTY.........After all, I was THE TACTICAL ONE!!!! If I had not drank so much ICED SAPPHIRE last night, I WOULD have loaded my handgun" AND GOD:" why did you send us TRUSTY? HE IS A PUNK LORD!!!!
Just as I saw the one who was NOT the TALLEST or the SHORTEST of the TALLEST lift his baseball bat to deliver the fatal blow, I saw my 15 year old son rip the 'GAUGE' from TRUSTY'S trembling, sweaty, URINE covered hands. I heard my young son yell" OH PHUCK, this "GAUGE" is covered with PISS!!! OH TRUSTY!!! did you poop yourself too???? My son then wheeled to his left and cut loose with the first blast. The Tallest bad guy exploded into a ball of human guts. I heard the action rack and WHAM!!!! the SHORTEST of the TALEST was blown out of his sneakers!!! Then the action racked and WHAM, the NOT so TALL, TALL bad guy took a round of DOUBLE AUGHT to the head. BRAIN MATTER NOW COVERED US ALL. The action racked and I HEARD the sound of someone seriously PUKING!!!! "OH IT'S TRUSTY"!!! "STOP PUKING YOU PUSSY PUNK" my DAUGHTER YELLED. I could hear my wife laughing her ass off.
NOW, one TALL BAD guy remained. He was begging for his life. I glanced at my son and I could see his eyes. His pupils were fixed, his hands steady, a smirk on his face. I COULD SMELL DEATH mixed with the smell of GUNPOWDER and>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>OH that DAMN TRUSTY and his rancid pants full of piss and SH*T.
By now my wife and daughter were in HYSTERICS on the ground. Although I could see that my leg was fractured in 700 places and was left eye was dangling from it's socket and the left side of my face was FLAT, I had to laugh too. I also had to spit out some teeth.
"OH TRUSTY" my son yelled, but TRUSTY had fainted. MY son leveled the "gauge" at the Bad guy and smiled. He was just about to shoot the last of the TALL bad guys when 3,900 police cruisers [that is what we call them!!!] pulled up. 36 Police helicopters littered the sky. Over the PA came a firm and DECISIVE voice: "POLICE!!! NOBODY............WHAT IS THAT SMELL???.......MOVE!!!" OH IT'S TRUSTY, my son yelled to one of the 9,000 Police officers. "YOU MEAN THE MORON FROM BF, WHO had to create story upon story to get some attention? said the FIRM DEEP VOICE. "YUP, He is the ONE, the TACTICAL ONE!!! The air exploded with laughter....."YOU KNOW, The idiot who told an entire PUBLIC forum about having to shoot a guy who cut him with a Spyderco, then said he lost a custom Emerson, a $3500 watch and his wallet, and then said it was returned, THAT PUS? "YUP, that's him, good ole TRUSTY!!!!!
The first Supervisor on the scene approached and although hurt badly, I could see the tell tale belt clip from an EMERSON on the outside of his left boot. he was a rugged man, but very polite. In a very calm voice he turned to TRUSTY and said: " so you think you are one of the USUAL SUSPECTS? I can tell you in ONE WORD what a SUSPECT is, and that word is HONEST. TRUSTY, you are a PUNK, a LIAR, a COWARD and a WANNABE who shall NEVERBE. I CANNOT BELIEVE you are NOT BANNED YET.......I then passed out........from the smell of FRESH SH*T
E-mail me so I can ship you a KNIFE....OH IT's T-R-U-S-T-Y!!!!!