All your butts are belong to me!

[reyler]

Jeez, you're practically Myndrunner with that one.

[GrandpaG]

In my younger days it was a passing fad to shoot the moon out your car window while driving down the main street of town. The object of the game was to not get into any trouble doing it. Usually the only people who got into any trouble were the ones with really recognizable cars and ugly moons.

[reyler]

We didn't have anything like that at my high school. All we had was the Penis Game.

[Gabriel Kross]

All your reyler are belonging to me! >.>

Edited October 15, 2012 by Eternal Phoenix

[reyler]

But we don't have any Reyler [/anticapitals]

[Gabriel Kross]

I know not what you speak of...

[reyler]

Gosh, don't you miss that brief period of time when you could edit a post without leaving an edit tag?

[Gabriel Kross]

Gosh, don't you miss that brief period of time when you could edit a post without leaving an edit tag?

 

 

Don't you miss that brief period of time when you didn't belong to me? :P

[reyler]

Every so often I get somebody who doesn't know any better coming in here and trying to boss me around. I tend to disabuse them of this notion, mainly by abusing them.

[GrandpaG]

I have seven out of ten dead clones to attest to the statement of the person above me.

[reyler]

Clones again, Gwampus? Ain't you ever learn? *jams the cattle prod up your nose and stirs it around*

[GrandpaG]

* pulls out the prod and checks for boogers *

* gives it his Yukon Cornelius lick *

 

NOTHIN' !!!

 

* tosses it to one side *

* gets light headed from the loss of blood flowing from his unplugged nostril *

* tries to remember where he stashed clone #8 *

 

Looks like I might need the little guy for a transfusion if this bleeding doesn't stop soon !

 

* gets an idea *

* light bulb appears above his head *

* light comes on *

* he grins and grabs the cattle prod and plugs the leaky nostril *

* blood flow stops *

 

AAAAHHHHHhhhhh... that's better.

[Gabriel Kross]

Every so often I get somebody who doesn't know any better coming in here and trying to boss me around. I tend to disabuse them of this notion, mainly by abusing them.

 

 

I am not disabused.

[reyler]

You're not anything else, taxonomically speaking.

[Gabriel Kross]

You're not anything else, taxonomically speaking.

 

I'm many things, but not all the things I want to be.

[reyler]

I don't think they've yet come up with a way to surgically alter you into a caterpillar, sorry.

[Gabriel Kross]

*throws a caterpillar at reyler*

[reyler]

*it turns into snow*

[GrandpaG]

* catches snowflakes on his tongue *

* some melt on his cheeks *

* sighs *

 

Winter is here already.

Oh, well.

At least it's not 90 degrees and 90 percent humidity any more !

[reyler]

No, that was last week.

[GrandpaG]

* shivers *

 

Just seems like yesterday... we need to use all of that heat to warm up some sweat tent rocks then bury them until it gets cold then dig them up so the heat isn't wasted and the cold is not so cold.

 

 

OR

 

 

We could all Travel to visit Bad Company... it should be just starting to warm up down under.

Edited October 31, 2012 by GrandpaG

[reyler]

Continuing the commentary from the other thread on Things Which Are Not Real...

[bad company]

The weather here is starting to get warmer but also some pretty cold days so a bit up and down

[reyler]

Making sure you've got all your bases covered in case the Fake Continent inspector comes along, eh?

[GrandpaG]

As a young man I dreamed of becoming a motorcycle shop owner/operator. My winter job was to have a second store down under. Fly back and forth as the weather changed. That dream met the same fate as the one where wifey and I took turns driving our semi tractor/trailer with a sleeper cab cross-country. No house payment. Get it paid for then rake in the cash. Along came the kids. They had to have a home in a home town. Away went the dreams. Oh. And it would have taken money to get either of those dreams going. We didn't have much of that, either. Looking back, either dream could have gotten boring in a heartbeat. I don't regret those unanswered prayers.

 

Speaking of dreams, it's almost time for the one where I'm hunting in a slightly populated area of some sort where there are mostly trees with an occasional house in view. A huge herd of deer come running down the trail. Most are does but every so often I see a buck with antlers like a caribou. Of course, every time he is where I can get a shot there is a house in the background so I don't dare shoot in case I miss. There might be kids playing out doors. Now THAT would be something to see nowadays! Anyway, the buck is finally in a shooting lane with nothing in the background so I pull up my gun, aim, and pull the trigger. CLICK!!! OOOoooopppsss!!! Forgot to load in the shells !!! CRAP !!! The deer will soon be out of range or in the brush again !!! CRAP !!! Struggling to get gloves off then can't get the shells to go into the breech because of shivering. CRAP !!! Looking up, the deer is getting back amongst the houses. The herd is moving along. The antlers are joined by many more sets of antlers. All are out of range but easy to see. CRAP !!! Wake up strangling the pillow.

 

I haven't hunted for several years because I don't handle the cold well and I got tired to spending long hours hunting without seeing so much as a tail flashing away from me in the brush. But, sometimes I still have that same stupid dream.