So there I was...
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Didn't mean this to go so long. Hope it helps with your adrenalin needs.
Oh, please, I encourage rambling! And yes, adrenalin needs are sated...for now.
I'm off for a decadent brekkie but will return later with comments.
p.s. I've killed lots of dogs and cats. Well, assisted in the killing - I was a vet assistant. It's a horrible feeling. Lots of empathy here.
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Oh, and I had such a nice photo for you. Well, I guess I'll share it anyway.
This is me and my friend B in her Piper Cub, flying over to Laguna San Ignacio in Baja, Mexico. (I'm in the back seat).
I'm no plane expert, but Cubby was a hell of a machine. At one point, we were flying ten feet off the beach. So very cool! She even let me fly for awhile, (she's an instructor).
Now she owns a Maule (Sp?).
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So, when do you feel the adrenalin pumping?
When I was a kid I wanted to be the kind of girly girl who like, faints, or something when scary things happen.
Now I'm rather like Anne Shirley (from Anne of Green Gables).
Dude, I'm Canadian, of course I know who Anne Shirley is. Actually, I think the requirements for being a Canadian citizen include:
1. Must have read Anne of Green Gables and watched the CBC miniseries, at least once.
2. Must know what a "double-double" is, when ordering at Tim Horton's
3. Must apologize when someone else steps on your foot.
4. Must be able to build a bong out of any available material.
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Nice pic of a great aeroplane. I flew many hours in one. Was a great time. The Maule is an even better performer for those hard to get to places.
Perhaps she might provide me with some instruction on the Maule?
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I can make a pipe out of an apple, a toilet roll tube and some foil.
Although I might have to reflect for a bit about this first, for a minute or so....
It has been a long while....
....at least a long while since I had to build the vessel.......
~LB
And I am a Canadian....but have never (oddly) read Anne of Green Gables.
No comment on the rest. Different coasts, I think...
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I can make a pipe out of an apple, a toilet roll tube and some foil.
Although I might have to reflect for a bit about this first, for a minute or so....
It has been a long while....
....at least a long while since I had to build the vessel.......
~LB
And I am a Canadian....but have never (oddly) read Anne of Green Gables.
Careful, don't tell anyone. You can have your citizenship revoked.
No comment on the rest. Different coasts, I think...
Mm, yes, the two coasts are very much like different countries. East Coasters would never apologize for...um...anything. (Brutes). Though any easterner worth their salt knows what a double-double is.
Heck, I won't touch Timmy's but even I know that!
LOL.
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I've got half of them! (Namely 1 and 3.)
Do I get extra points if I've watched the mini series so many times I can recite it front to back and read the book so many times the cover fell off?
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Me too. Can I be an honorary Canadian citizen?
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That is indeed a shit-yourself moment, saved by good karma.
Yeah, I think I would've had a similar reaction. I very nearly turned my uniform in after the dogpack incident, as I was very close to thinking that it wasn't worth it.
And now we know why you're into lifting.
*snort* Probably.
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Really serious heavy lifting. Like when I'm chasing a one rep max after a solid peaking cycle. Sometimes just because I'm hitting it hard and heavy, and motivation and testosterone are thick in the air. Trail-riding on my bike can do it sometimes too.
Near-death experiences do it, don't get me wrong. I just feel it differently. MIS is one of those for whom adrenaline is a puker. I am also wired fight or fight. I apparently do not have a flee response. My options are to avoid the confrontation or to move forward aggressively. My body doesn't cozen to the idea of running. This is probably fortunate, as I am a shitty runner. Fortunately, I learned this a long time ago, so I became a good talker. Much better to yap my way out of a fight than to pound someone or get pounded.
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There is a somewhat discussion (well, sort of, the two writers were separated in time, but one was written in response tot he other) in Chinese philosophy as to whether the nature of man is good, or evil/selfish. One of the core examples is seeing a child about to fall into a well. I can't recall the two proponents of this discussion, but remember this part of the lesson.
The philosopher who argued that man's nature was good was that all but the most despicable person would immediately rush to save the child. There is no inherent benefit to it, as, in the scenario, the child is not related to you, and you do not live in the village. It is simply the "right" and "good" thing to do.
His counterpart, arguing that man is inherently evil/selfish, was in agreement that all but the most despicable man would move to save the cild as well. His reasoning was different. His thought was that our inherently selfish/evil nature would assert itself in attempting to save the child for two reasons. The first is acclaim, as everyone wants to be a hero, and the second is while man may be inherently evil/selfish, is it not the evil of the murderer or sociopath. It is a more basic self-serving evil. Evil in the sense that we put our individual worth above that of all others. So the second reason that the selfish man saves the child is to avoid the emotional pain of not saving the child.
It is an odd viewpoint, but caused me to think, and to question some acts. Certainly, things such as me catching the transmission about to fall on my father are outside the good/selfish spectrum. He's my dad. It is both good and selfish to help him. What of other situations though? Did I act out of good intent alone, or because I wished to avoid guilt and recrimination?
Generally speaking, my ex post facto musings left me feeling as if I'd simply acted out of good. Like Stag's anecdote above, there is no time for thought, just action. In a case like that, you cannot weigh whether there is gain or recrimination from a possible act. You simply must act, else harm will occur.
Still the selfish/evil argument was such that those snap decisions can be made sans information or cogitation. Your internal systems know intimately the consequence for failure to act, and thus do so to avoid those consequences.
It was interesting reading, and I wish I could recall their names.
The philosopher who argued that man's nature was good was that all but the most despicable person would immediately rush to save the child. There is no inherent benefit to it, as, in the scenario, the child is not related to you, and you do not live in the village. It is simply the "right" and "good" thing to do.
His counterpart, arguing that man is inherently evil/selfish, was in agreement that all but the most despicable man would move to save the cild as well. His reasoning was different. His thought was that our inherently selfish/evil nature would assert itself in attempting to save the child for two reasons. The first is acclaim, as everyone wants to be a hero, and the second is while man may be inherently evil/selfish, is it not the evil of the murderer or sociopath. It is a more basic self-serving evil. Evil in the sense that we put our individual worth above that of all others. So the second reason that the selfish man saves the child is to avoid the emotional pain of not saving the child.
It is an odd viewpoint, but caused me to think, and to question some acts. Certainly, things such as me catching the transmission about to fall on my father are outside the good/selfish spectrum. He's my dad. It is both good and selfish to help him. What of other situations though? Did I act out of good intent alone, or because I wished to avoid guilt and recrimination?
Generally speaking, my ex post facto musings left me feeling as if I'd simply acted out of good. Like Stag's anecdote above, there is no time for thought, just action. In a case like that, you cannot weigh whether there is gain or recrimination from a possible act. You simply must act, else harm will occur.
Still the selfish/evil argument was such that those snap decisions can be made sans information or cogitation. Your internal systems know intimately the consequence for failure to act, and thus do so to avoid those consequences.
It was interesting reading, and I wish I could recall their names.
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Yes, I will give you ten bonus points. You need 681 points to become an honourary Canadian Citizen, 348 points if you have Four Hundred Canadian Tire dollars, and only 273 points if you have ever paddled a canoe with a hockey stick, drunk on Molson, singing Frere Jacques.
Please see above. Regardez le above, s'il vous plait.
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Please tell me this act of heroism got you laid?
Personally, I don't think it has anything to do with good and evil. Some people are rescuers by nature. I think it is as innate as any other quality. Then there are those split decision moments where, as you said, there's no thinking involved, only reaction. For the small percentage of people who don't react, who wouldn't run to save the child falling down the well, I think they simply do not grasp the situation or a have a clear understanding of the danger.
I've done about half a dozen water rescues in my time. My mindset was always somewhat robotic, "This is what needs to be done and I am the person who can do it."
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"Actually, I think the requirements for being a Canadian citizen include:
1. Must have read Anne of Green Gables and watched the CBC miniseries, at least once.
2. Must know what a "double-double" is, when ordering at Tim Horton's
3. Must apologize when someone else steps on your foot.
4. Must be able to build a bong out of any available material.[/QUOTE]"
Well, I don;t meet any of the above requriements, however, I have had sex, some times extremely wild, with a couple of Canadian girls. Does that count towards being an honorary Canadian citizen?
1. Must have read Anne of Green Gables and watched the CBC miniseries, at least once.
2. Must know what a "double-double" is, when ordering at Tim Horton's
3. Must apologize when someone else steps on your foot.
4. Must be able to build a bong out of any available material.[/QUOTE]"
Well, I don;t meet any of the above requriements, however, I have had sex, some times extremely wild, with a couple of Canadian girls. Does that count towards being an honorary Canadian citizen?
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Well, I don;t meet any of the above requriements, however, I have had sex, some times extremely wild, with a couple of Canadian girls. Does that count towards being an honorary Canadian citizen?
It depends. During the sex act, did you or any of the participants quote from "The Shooting of Dan McGrew"? Failing that, was there maple syrup involved?
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I've never gotten laid as result of an act of heroism. I did save a friend's life, and he's gone on to become a surgeon. He promised me that he'd chisel out my sinuses some day.I'm not sure if I want to call int hat particular marker...
That's as solid an argument as the good/selfish dichotomy.
I've never really gotten this. It's difficult for me to conceive of not acting.
It's probably a good thing that I've never come across a burning building prior to the police getting there. I have come across a smoking car, and got involved in that one. I can certainly see me getting my stupid ass killed because I went into a burning structure.
My dad does this too. One night he was driving home from work, and saw a police pursuit in progress. He witnessed the chasee turn a corner, then toss something over a gravel pile. Around that time, the cop caught up to the perp. Said perp was a good-sized guy, and the cop was not, thus the physical confrontation that ensued was not quite fair. Dad yelled an offer of help as he ran up (as he said, he didn't want to jump in without warning the cop. No need to get shot), and she said yes, so he stepped in.
After the arrest, he told her about the drop, and she found a bag of crack and a handgun. Dad got a letter from the city over that, but my mom couldn't decide whether she wanted to commend him or slap him. And I can't tell you how many times we went to an ER to see him because he'd gotten hurt pulling one of his soldiers out of a bad situation. More than once my mom was told, "Your husband is a lucky man, and a brave one." Wow, she got to HATE that "lucky man" phrase.
I think you're right about some people just being rescuers. It's much nicer than saying that they're too stupid for their own good, literally.
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Recently, I was pulling out of the grocery store and saw this girl walking REALLY fast. This car pulled up to her and she said something and he drove off and started flipping a u-ee. As it usually is in this kind of situation I was helping before I knew I was. I rolled my window down and said 'you need a ride'. She said 'YES!' and got in. We pulled out and that car pulled behind me. I said 'do you want to call 911?' and she said 'no, then i'll just be in bigger trouble'. I took her to her house, and the guy in the car pulled in behind me. I let her out, watched to see what apartment she went into, and called 911 (as I was leaving). Don't know what happened from there.
Another time I was pulling out of my sisters apartment (bad part of Portland) and this little old lady came running out of a rather dark parking lot waving her arms, and yelling. I stopped before my brain connected, and let her in my car. Turns out her car broke down and she needed a ride less than a mile. I've never been sure why, out of all the cars on the road, she chose mine to wave and yell at. It was too dark for her to see inside (people ask me for help all the time, from minor to major, cause I have an approachable face).
Another time I was pulling out of my sisters apartment (bad part of Portland) and this little old lady came running out of a rather dark parking lot waving her arms, and yelling. I stopped before my brain connected, and let her in my car. Turns out her car broke down and she needed a ride less than a mile. I've never been sure why, out of all the cars on the road, she chose mine to wave and yell at. It was too dark for her to see inside (people ask me for help all the time, from minor to major, cause I have an approachable face).
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I've never been sure why, out of all the cars on the road, she chose mine to wave and yell at. It was too dark for her to see inside (people ask me for help all the time, from minor to major, cause I have an approachable face).
She could smell the chocolate. I'm sure that's the reason.
*Smirks*
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OK, time for a light one...
So there I was, dressed in nothing but a miniskirt, black lace bra and a climbing harness. I was doubling the lead actress and, in this particular scene, she was getting royally boinked on a fourth floor balcony. Her character was a thrill seeker and that's how she ended up sitting on the balcony railing, as her bad boy lover groped and fondled and did all manner of nasty things to her.
Why did she need a double? Well, as she starts to peak, the character is supposed to lift her arms high in the air and let her upper body fall backwards until she is hanging upside down.
My harness was clipped to a cable which was secured to the deck. All in all, it was a fairly easy gag. Well, except for the canoodling-with-a-stranger bit.
The lead actor introduces himself to me, charming fellow. He then says, "Um, I hope you don't mind, but during this scene I'm supposed to be quite aggressive so I'll probably be grabbing your breasts and biting your nipples and that sort of thing." Hm, what does one say to that?
Action is called and off we go. I concentrate on my action and try to ignore the handsome stranger who is playing nipple hockey and faux-fucking me with vigour. (A very weird sensation, I assure you). Soon, I am dangling four stories over the cement.
It gets more interesting.
We were filming in one of the residences of a local university. It was summer but there were still a fair number of students on campus, particularly since this was a Friday evening and they were all en route to the pub(s). The cameras and crew were shooting from inside the apartment so no one down below could see them. All they could see was my mostly naked body, hanging off the balcony, getting good and pounded.
Needless to say, a cheering section soon formed and loud applause followed our pseudo orgasm.
The End.
Dirty secret? I kind of liked it.
So there I was, dressed in nothing but a miniskirt, black lace bra and a climbing harness. I was doubling the lead actress and, in this particular scene, she was getting royally boinked on a fourth floor balcony. Her character was a thrill seeker and that's how she ended up sitting on the balcony railing, as her bad boy lover groped and fondled and did all manner of nasty things to her.
Why did she need a double? Well, as she starts to peak, the character is supposed to lift her arms high in the air and let her upper body fall backwards until she is hanging upside down.
My harness was clipped to a cable which was secured to the deck. All in all, it was a fairly easy gag. Well, except for the canoodling-with-a-stranger bit.
The lead actor introduces himself to me, charming fellow. He then says, "Um, I hope you don't mind, but during this scene I'm supposed to be quite aggressive so I'll probably be grabbing your breasts and biting your nipples and that sort of thing." Hm, what does one say to that?
Action is called and off we go. I concentrate on my action and try to ignore the handsome stranger who is playing nipple hockey and faux-fucking me with vigour. (A very weird sensation, I assure you). Soon, I am dangling four stories over the cement.
It gets more interesting.
We were filming in one of the residences of a local university. It was summer but there were still a fair number of students on campus, particularly since this was a Friday evening and they were all en route to the pub(s). The cameras and crew were shooting from inside the apartment so no one down below could see them. All they could see was my mostly naked body, hanging off the balcony, getting good and pounded.
Needless to say, a cheering section soon formed and loud applause followed our pseudo orgasm.
The End.
Dirty secret? I kind of liked it.
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So there I was knocking on her door. I had known her about a month. She had five kids. It seems that most Mormons do. She had left the church though. After her exhusband almost drove her insane and even raped her after the divorce. Something the church wasn’t interested in hearing about.
She was 30ish. Very cute. After 5 kids she still had the body of a twenty year old. As we agreed she met me at the door in her panties. We went straight to the couch and fucked. From there we went to her bed where I fucked her four more times. Each time I used her wet pussy to get me hard again. It was surreal. She came a few times. Hard leg shaking orgasms. I think she would have been up to continuing. This insatiable little Scorpio.
I saw her once more. I guess the five kid thing scared me away. But I’ll never forget her.
She was 30ish. Very cute. After 5 kids she still had the body of a twenty year old. As we agreed she met me at the door in her panties. We went straight to the couch and fucked. From there we went to her bed where I fucked her four more times. Each time I used her wet pussy to get me hard again. It was surreal. She came a few times. Hard leg shaking orgasms. I think she would have been up to continuing. This insatiable little Scorpio.
I saw her once more. I guess the five kid thing scared me away. But I’ll never forget her.
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Well... there I was... Or as Bijou suggested "This is no shit... "
16 years old and walking in my neighborhood, a not very good neighborhood just outside west Philadelphia city limits. Doing my paper route, one of three. Walking on the main road, trolley tracks, traffic, the works... some guys come up to me. About 5 or 6, maybe more. About my age. The leader comes up to me and grabs my breasts! Just right in my face and grabs me and starts talking shit while his buddies laugh their asses off! So I dropped my canvas bag, reach one arm around his waist and the other hand is around his neck. He tries to pull away, but I won't let go... just growl "I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth, drag your bloody body across the street and throw it over the magistrate's desk!" I let him squawk another minute or two, (because you really have to think about keeping fu**ers like that off balance before you let them go) then when he got really frantic let him go and waited until he and his friends walked away... talking shit the whole time, of course. I picked up my bag and did my route. About a week later, my sister comes to tell me someone is at our front door for me. This is quite a big deal since I don't know anyone from this neighborhood (I go to school three districts away). I go to the door and it's this guy, alone this time. He sheepishly (and kind of sweetly) apologizes for being such an ass and says how it'll never happen again! I very kindly told him not to worry about it and everything was cool. We chatted a minute or two, he left and I went back inside. My sister starts asking me why he'd be at our door, all worried and upset, so I told her what happened. I hadn't really mentioned it to anyone up to then because it was no big deal, I'd already dealt with it, but she got mad at me and told me he was one of the biggest m-f'ers in school and his dad had just been arrested for stabbing a man to death 4 days earlier. I told her it was good I didn't know that, because I may have just done something really drastic if I'd known that about him. Turned out he had a crush on me! Go figure!
A few years later, I'm living outside USN base in a not so bad, not so great apt. complex. My daughter is about 6 months old and I'm living alone. My apt. gets robbed one weekend while I'm doing laundry. Jerks steal my new TV, but that's all. I make a report. No big deal, since there's not much I can do about it. I set my apartment up to give me warning if there's any issues of a break in while I'm inside. A week later about 1 AM, I'm on my bed, in my robe since my little girl has just gotten to sleep in her crib. I start to doze and hear this sound... and I'm dreaming someone is stepping in my styrofoam cooler in the kitchen! Weird! I'm thinking... that's odd, it's under the sink so they'd have to have gotten in the window or kitchen door and I didn't hear anything. I open my eyes and turn my head and see someone standing outside my window, peeking in at me between my shade and window frame. I sit up and ROAR.. not shout, not scream... (I'm not much of a screamer when I'm mad) "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AT MY WINDOW?!" This guy runs away! But I realise the sound I heard was coming from out in my front room. I don't have any weapons, especially in my bedroom (What was I thinking?! Talk about a "D'oh!" moment!) so I tossed all of my clothes off the rod in my closet and got it down and went into front room planning to kill any m-f'ers out there. I found the lock for the one back window twisted off (the metal screeching was the sound in my dream) and then they cut the screen almost completely cut out. Not torn, cut along the edges. The one guy was watching me sleep, making sure I was out, I guess, while his buddy was breaking in the back window. My books that were on the windowsill were gone, not on the floor or on the daybed below the window. Gone. I called the cops after making sure everything was ok, doors locked etc. and waited for the police. They came and checked. The books weren't outside, the jerks had taken them with them. But the cops were really nice and remembered me making a report the weekend before since they'd worked that Sunday night too. They said I should go someplace else, but I didn't know anyone other than people in the barracks and couldn't take my little girl there. I told the cops I'd stay where I was and anyone who cared to stop by to tango would learn some new dance steps before I killed the f-ing asses! They told me to just make sure the bad guys were at least halfway in the house. And they drove by every 20 mintues or so the rest of the night until I could get things fixed the next day. I got a tire thumper and made some modifications to my "alarm" system. And was really mad the bastards took some of my favorite books!
16 years old and walking in my neighborhood, a not very good neighborhood just outside west Philadelphia city limits. Doing my paper route, one of three. Walking on the main road, trolley tracks, traffic, the works... some guys come up to me. About 5 or 6, maybe more. About my age. The leader comes up to me and grabs my breasts! Just right in my face and grabs me and starts talking shit while his buddies laugh their asses off! So I dropped my canvas bag, reach one arm around his waist and the other hand is around his neck. He tries to pull away, but I won't let go... just growl "I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth, drag your bloody body across the street and throw it over the magistrate's desk!" I let him squawk another minute or two, (because you really have to think about keeping fu**ers like that off balance before you let them go) then when he got really frantic let him go and waited until he and his friends walked away... talking shit the whole time, of course. I picked up my bag and did my route. About a week later, my sister comes to tell me someone is at our front door for me. This is quite a big deal since I don't know anyone from this neighborhood (I go to school three districts away). I go to the door and it's this guy, alone this time. He sheepishly (and kind of sweetly) apologizes for being such an ass and says how it'll never happen again! I very kindly told him not to worry about it and everything was cool. We chatted a minute or two, he left and I went back inside. My sister starts asking me why he'd be at our door, all worried and upset, so I told her what happened. I hadn't really mentioned it to anyone up to then because it was no big deal, I'd already dealt with it, but she got mad at me and told me he was one of the biggest m-f'ers in school and his dad had just been arrested for stabbing a man to death 4 days earlier. I told her it was good I didn't know that, because I may have just done something really drastic if I'd known that about him. Turned out he had a crush on me! Go figure!
A few years later, I'm living outside USN base in a not so bad, not so great apt. complex. My daughter is about 6 months old and I'm living alone. My apt. gets robbed one weekend while I'm doing laundry. Jerks steal my new TV, but that's all. I make a report. No big deal, since there's not much I can do about it. I set my apartment up to give me warning if there's any issues of a break in while I'm inside. A week later about 1 AM, I'm on my bed, in my robe since my little girl has just gotten to sleep in her crib. I start to doze and hear this sound... and I'm dreaming someone is stepping in my styrofoam cooler in the kitchen! Weird! I'm thinking... that's odd, it's under the sink so they'd have to have gotten in the window or kitchen door and I didn't hear anything. I open my eyes and turn my head and see someone standing outside my window, peeking in at me between my shade and window frame. I sit up and ROAR.. not shout, not scream... (I'm not much of a screamer when I'm mad) "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AT MY WINDOW?!" This guy runs away! But I realise the sound I heard was coming from out in my front room. I don't have any weapons, especially in my bedroom (What was I thinking?! Talk about a "D'oh!" moment!) so I tossed all of my clothes off the rod in my closet and got it down and went into front room planning to kill any m-f'ers out there. I found the lock for the one back window twisted off (the metal screeching was the sound in my dream) and then they cut the screen almost completely cut out. Not torn, cut along the edges. The one guy was watching me sleep, making sure I was out, I guess, while his buddy was breaking in the back window. My books that were on the windowsill were gone, not on the floor or on the daybed below the window. Gone. I called the cops after making sure everything was ok, doors locked etc. and waited for the police. They came and checked. The books weren't outside, the jerks had taken them with them. But the cops were really nice and remembered me making a report the weekend before since they'd worked that Sunday night too. They said I should go someplace else, but I didn't know anyone other than people in the barracks and couldn't take my little girl there. I told the cops I'd stay where I was and anyone who cared to stop by to tango would learn some new dance steps before I killed the f-ing asses! They told me to just make sure the bad guys were at least halfway in the house. And they drove by every 20 mintues or so the rest of the night until I could get things fixed the next day. I got a tire thumper and made some modifications to my "alarm" system. And was really mad the bastards took some of my favorite books!
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That's AWESOME!!!
Ok... I LOVE THIS ONE!!! :-D Way to go, Keroin!
"I'd like to thank the Academy... " ;-)
Ok... I LOVE THIS ONE!!! :-D Way to go, Keroin!
"I'd like to thank the Academy... " ;-)
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Yeah, they have a nice heft, easy to swing in tight spots and are useful for lots of other things, too! ;-)
