SavageEagle
Grandmaster
- Apr 27, 2008
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You know she's a porn star, right?
Good, then I don't have to worry about her laying back doing nothing, eh?
You know she's a porn star, right?
I think I'll be traveling alone.....Nobody wants to go!
Bigum.....if you want to come along there's a seat available!
You know she's a porn star, right?
No kidding.
Diapers + Enfamil for twins = almost 1 gun per week...
A buddy and I went shooting today and I swear our little adventure could of been a movie or at the very least a decent book
Im not a member of any club so I shoot on public land near the coal mines...problem with this is there is always some crazy mofos out there. the first place we stopped I pulled up and noticed a gut pile on the side of the road and figured some poachers must of gutted a deer or something the night before...but when I looked over a little hill there was dead beavers everywhere...yes beavers! skinned and thrown out for the yotes I guess. we counted 8.
we decided to go to another spot to shoot but when we got there we found 2 drunk guys fightin each other...actually throwin punches and tossin each other around..I didnt know what was goin on so I rolled down my window and hollered at em and they both stopped and looked at me like deer in the headlights..I asked what was goin on and they said "we just practicin our fightin" I could only assume they where drunk but the empty beer cans laying about kinda confirmed that for me.
off to the 3rd spot..no one was there so we set up our targets and started our paper punchin when someone pulled up on a moped...did I mention this was out in the middle of no where on some gravel roads the guy walked up and asked what we where doin then he started talkin about how much he liked fago rootbeer and said he likes to come out there "and just chill in the cemetery that was near by" he looked like the poster boy for the ill effects meth has and was wearing a hat that said "kill em all and let god sort em out" so needless to say he put both my buddy and I on high alert.
I kept hinting around that we wanted to be left alone but he just couldnt get it so I said " hey man wanna do me a favor?..see all that dumped lumber and roofing over there?... is there anyway I can get you to sort the shingles from the lumber..put the lumber with nails in it in one pile an the lumber not covered in nails in another and stack the shingles between them..Ill be more than happy to give ya couple bucks if you do that for me" he was all kinds of excited with his task,he never even asked why I wanted him to do it... my buddy and I would take turns watchin him while we punched some paper..when we got ready to leave the meth head was almost done cleanin up the dumped lumber and roofing and I decided to mess with him some more..I told him we needed to go to the gas station and get some sodas and asked if he needed anything..he replied with "yeah I need some squares and could really use a soda..but I dont have any money" I said "thats cool man...tell ya what,wait here for us and make sure no one takes our shooting spot and we'll be back in about 20min and Ill pick ya up some smokes and a soda" I wonder if he is still out there my buddy said I was going to go to hell for messin with the meth head...but I doubt the lord has much sympathy for weirdo meth heads
A buddy and I went shooting today and I swear our little adventure could of been a movie or at the very least a decent book
Im not a member of any club so I shoot on public land near the coal mines...problem with this is there is always some crazy mofos out there. the first place we stopped I pulled up and noticed a gut pile on the side of the road and figured some poachers must of gutted a deer or something the night before...but when I looked over a little hill there was dead beavers everywhere...yes beavers! skinned and thrown out for the yotes I guess. we counted 8.
we decided to go to another spot to shoot but when we got there we found 2 drunk guys fightin each other...actually throwin punches and tossin each other around..I didnt know what was goin on so I rolled down my window and hollered at em and they both stopped and looked at me like deer in the headlights..I asked what was goin on and they said "we just practicin our fightin" I could only assume they where drunk but the empty beer cans laying about kinda confirmed that for me.
off to the 3rd spot..no one was there so we set up our targets and started our paper punchin when someone pulled up on a moped...did I mention this was out in the middle of no where on some gravel roads the guy walked up and asked what we where doin then he started talkin about how much he liked fago rootbeer and said he likes to come out there "and just chill in the cemetery that was near by" he looked like the poster boy for the ill effects meth has and was wearing a hat that said "kill em all and let god sort em out" so needless to say he put both my buddy and I on high alert.
I kept hinting around that we wanted to be left alone but he just couldnt get it so I said " hey man wanna do me a favor?..see all that dumped lumber and roofing over there?... is there anyway I can get you to sort the shingles from the lumber..put the lumber with nails in it in one pile an the lumber not covered in nails in another and stack the shingles between them..Ill be more than happy to give ya couple bucks if you do that for me" he was all kinds of excited with his task,he never even asked why I wanted him to do it... my buddy and I would take turns watchin him while we punched some paper..when we got ready to leave the meth head was almost done cleanin up the dumped lumber and roofing and I decided to mess with him some more..I told him we needed to go to the gas station and get some sodas and asked if he needed anything..he replied with "yeah I need some squares and could really use a soda..but I dont have any money" I said "thats cool man...tell ya what,wait here for us and make sure no one takes our shooting spot and we'll be back in about 20min and Ill pick ya up some smokes and a soda" I wonder if he is still out there my buddy said I was going to go to hell for messin with the meth head...but I doubt the lord has much sympathy for weirdo meth heads
I'm out of the pit... mostly!
I've missed you guys.
I've been in Indy for work and I leave for Cincy next week.
Sigh.
A buddy and I went shooting today and I swear our little adventure could of been a movie or at the very least a decent book
Im not a member of any club so I shoot on public land near the coal mines...problem with this is there is always some crazy mofos out there. the first place we stopped I pulled up and noticed a gut pile on the side of the road and figured some poachers must of gutted a deer or something the night before...but when I looked over a little hill there was dead beavers everywhere...yes beavers! skinned and thrown out for the yotes I guess. we counted 8.
we decided to go to another spot to shoot but when we got there we found 2 drunk guys fightin each other...actually throwin punches and tossin each other around..I didnt know what was goin on so I rolled down my window and hollered at em and they both stopped and looked at me like deer in the headlights..I asked what was goin on and they said "we just practicin our fightin" I could only assume they where drunk but the empty beer cans laying about kinda confirmed that for me.
off to the 3rd spot..no one was there so we set up our targets and started our paper punchin when someone pulled up on a moped...did I mention this was out in the middle of no where on some gravel roads the guy walked up and asked what we where doin then he started talkin about how much he liked fago rootbeer and said he likes to come out there "and just chill in the cemetery that was near by" he looked like the poster boy for the ill effects meth has and was wearing a hat that said "kill em all and let god sort em out" so needless to say he put both my buddy and I on high alert.
I kept hinting around that we wanted to be left alone but he just couldnt get it so I said " hey man wanna do me a favor?..see all that dumped lumber and roofing over there?... is there anyway I can get you to sort the shingles from the lumber..put the lumber with nails in it in one pile an the lumber not covered in nails in another and stack the shingles between them..Ill be more than happy to give ya couple bucks if you do that for me" he was all kinds of excited with his task,he never even asked why I wanted him to do it... my buddy and I would take turns watchin him while we punched some paper..when we got ready to leave the meth head was almost done cleanin up the dumped lumber and roofing and I decided to mess with him some more..I told him we needed to go to the gas station and get some sodas and asked if he needed anything..he replied with "yeah I need some squares and could really use a soda..but I dont have any money" I said "thats cool man...tell ya what,wait here for us and make sure no one takes our shooting spot and we'll be back in about 20min and Ill pick ya up some smokes and a soda" I wonder if he is still out there my buddy said I was going to go to hell for messin with the meth head...but I doubt the lord has much sympathy for weirdo meth heads
You know he got the hose aaaay more than the lotion!!!Good to see ya Big, glad you got out of the pit, all that lotion has to good on the skin tough!!!
OMG I CANT REP YOU! That sooooooooooooooo deserves rep!!!!! WOW! That's something I would do!!!!!
A buddy and I went shooting today and I swear our little adventure could of been a movie or at the very least a decent book
Im not a member of any club so I shoot on public land near the coal mines...problem with this is there is always some crazy mofos out there. the first place we stopped I pulled up and noticed a gut pile on the side of the road and figured some poachers must of gutted a deer or something the night before...but when I looked over a little hill there was dead beavers everywhere...yes beavers! skinned and thrown out for the yotes I guess. we counted 8.
we decided to go to another spot to shoot but when we got there we found 2 drunk guys fightin each other...actually throwin punches and tossin each other around..I didnt know what was goin on so I rolled down my window and hollered at em and they both stopped and looked at me like deer in the headlights..I asked what was goin on and they said "we just practicin our fightin" I could only assume they where drunk but the empty beer cans laying about kinda confirmed that for me.
off to the 3rd spot..no one was there so we set up our targets and started our paper punchin when someone pulled up on a moped...did I mention this was out in the middle of no where on some gravel roads the guy walked up and asked what we where doin then he started talkin about how much he liked fago rootbeer and said he likes to come out there "and just chill in the cemetery that was near by" he looked like the poster boy for the ill effects meth has and was wearing a hat that said "kill em all and let god sort em out" so needless to say he put both my buddy and I on high alert.
I kept hinting around that we wanted to be left alone but he just couldnt get it so I said " hey man wanna do me a favor?..see all that dumped lumber and roofing over there?... is there anyway I can get you to sort the shingles from the lumber..put the lumber with nails in it in one pile an the lumber not covered in nails in another and stack the shingles between them..Ill be more than happy to give ya couple bucks if you do that for me" he was all kinds of excited with his task,he never even asked why I wanted him to do it... my buddy and I would take turns watchin him while we punched some paper..when we got ready to leave the meth head was almost done cleanin up the dumped lumber and roofing and I decided to mess with him some more..I told him we needed to go to the gas station and get some sodas and asked if he needed anything..he replied with "yeah I need some squares and could really use a soda..but I dont have any money" I said "thats cool man...tell ya what,wait here for us and make sure no one takes our shooting spot and we'll be back in about 20min and Ill pick ya up some smokes and a soda" I wonder if he is still out there my buddy said I was going to go to hell for messin with the meth head...but I doubt the lord has much sympathy for weirdo meth heads