So I'm sitting here minding my own business, relaxing when I start hearing explosions over the top of my house. Aww yes, the unmistakable sound of bottle rockets. There is one rental house in my neighborhood, two houses down across the alley. It seems to attract loud music playing hell raising punk types. In any event, I get pissed off when this keeps up and go out into the backyard. I find several Bottle Rocket sticks. At this point I am left with three choices...
1.) Go to their back gate, call one of them out, beat his ass. This one is more my style and I would have enjoyed it the most hands down, but I would likely end up in the big house for the night and my wife would not be pleased when she had to come and bail me out.
2.) Call the cops and report the little fuggers. This one is just to easy and I'm not the nark type.
3.) It seems I have a few "bird bombs" left over from "the day." For those of you who do not know what these masterpieces are, they are in a 12 gauge shotgun shell and are basically an M-80 that zips through the air when you fire it out of the shotgun. They go about 100 feet before they explode. These are used by ranchers to run off the geese when they land in the wheat fields and are VERY loud. :-)
I grab the 12 gauge, crack one of my house windows, line it up over the fence and let it rip. The next few moments were priceless!:-) All you could hear were gems like "Jesus Christ!" "Where did that come from?!!"What the fug was that!!! Oh my God!" It seems I still have 24 rounds left if the little cockroaches start again. Bonus......I know as a fact they have no clue where it came from. :-):-) [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by Bwana So I'm sitting here minding my own business, relaxing when I start hearing explosions over the top of my house. Aww yes, the unmistakable sound of bottle rockets. There is one rental house in my neighborhood, two houses down across the alley. It seems to attract loud music playing hell raising punk types. In any event, I get pissed off when this keeps up and go out into the backyard. I find several Bottle Rocket sticks. At this point I am left with three choices...
1.) Go to their back gate, call one of them out, beat his ass. This one is more my style and I would have enjoyed it the most hands down, but I would likely end up in the big house for the night and my wife would not be pleased when she had to come and bail me out.
2.) Call the cops and report the little fuggers. This one is just to easy and I'm not the nark type.
3.) It seems I have a few "bird bombs" left over from "the day." For those of you who do not know what these masterpieces are, they are in a 12 gauge shotgun shell and are basically an M-80 that zips through the air when you fire it out of the shotgun. They go about 100 feet before they explode. These are used by ranchers to run off the geese when they land in the wheat fields and are VERY loud. :-)
I grab the 12 gauge, crack one of my house windows, line it up over the fence and let it rip. The next few moments were priceless!:-) All you could hear were gems like "Jesus Christ!" "Where did that come from?!!"What the fug was that!!! Oh my God!" It seems I still have 24 rounds left if the little cockroaches start again. Bonus......I know as a fact they have no clue where it came from. :-):-)
Outstanding job!!! You should be commended and rewarded with naming the local park after you. Keep up the goo work!!! :-) [Reply]
I had started to be convinced by the smarter conservatives on the board about how tiresome it was to have these psychological apologies for people breaking the law.
I thought it was cool to blow stuff up.
I just don't want to hear Bwana's bleeding heart do-gooder philosophy about why he did it. Who cares what caused it? Just do it.
It reminded me of the time Recount was complaining about how the Texaco Twins were driving up the price of Molotov cocktails as if that were the sole justification for Molotov cocktails.
By the way comparing your actions to those of a bleeding gash is not calling you a name.
Calling you a name is saying you are a limp wristed poosey who engages in sex with dogs because no woman would have you, while reminding you your mother was unmarried and you broke your cherry with her.
Now that would be some decent name calling.:-):-):-)
Correction the above is not name calling either, it is not name calling when it is true.:-) [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by Logical
Calling you a name is saying you are a limp wristed poosey who engages in sex with dogs because no woman would have him, while reminding you your mother was unmarried and you broke your cherry with your her.
Now that would be some decent name calling.:-):-):-)
Correction the above is not name calling either, it is not name calling when it is true.:-)
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by RJ That's the 1st thread this long that I've read in a long time and it was certainly worth it. Thank you all for the entertainment. As far as I'm concerned Bwana would make a fine neighbor but I wouldn't want to get on his bad side.
After you posted this praise for the thread. It became awfully lame, awfully quick.
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by jettio
Bwana prefers clandestine ops. He would be getting even without me knowing about it.
Unless, of course someone pointed out to him that that is what he was doing.
The he would claim that I did know about it. and call other people names.
Hey jettio I have never had any problems with you, and just thought your reply was a tad on the strong side. Bwana has always been cool to me and is one of my favorite posters here. I will just keep my chips in my own dip, he is a a big boy he can handle his own. :-) [Reply]
Originally Posted by : Originally posted by RedNeckRaider Hey jettio I have never had any problems with you, and just thought your reply was a tad on the strong side. Bwana has always been cool to me and is one of my favorite posters here. I will just keep my chips in my own dip, he is a a big boy he can handle his own. :-)
Bwana is propbebly one of the more respected posters, and yet JETBOY seems to think he knows him so well, and is fit to judge him. :-)
