Where they hid the WMD's
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Well I was only like 10 at the time so I didn't know what it would do.
However when I was stationed in Long Beach in 92 my neighbors dog would ALWAYS bark and I asked the neighbor if there was anything he could do and basically he said fu*k no.
No problem, had the wife at the time make a few dozens of them there fine eggs, and gave it to his dog that was tied up outside all day...
Bet he had a fun filled night that night since their dog slept with them at night....
However when I was stationed in Long Beach in 92 my neighbors dog would ALWAYS bark and I asked the neighbor if there was anything he could do and basically he said fu*k no.
No problem, had the wife at the time make a few dozens of them there fine eggs, and gave it to his dog that was tied up outside all day...
Bet he had a fun filled night that night since their dog slept with them at night....
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And, if you think that is bad I did one better with another neighbors cat's, yes CAT'S like 4 of them stupid basturds...
They would NOT stay off my car and one night I see cat claw scratches on the hood. I go over and "nicely" ask if she can keep the cat's in the house, she basically tells me no they are "wild" animals and need to be out during the day. I say "ok"
Well, since they are wild animals I did my neighborhood and car a good deed and rounded up the 4 cat's one night and took them over to East LA, over by where the trucker was beat during the riots. It was like 15 minutes from Navy housing in Long Beach.
See you kitty, kitty, kitty, and kitty...
A few day's later the dumb bitch ask if I had seen her cat's and I say no (it was an honest answer, I didn't see them in front of me, nor did I see them in a few days...) I just said "well, you know them cats, there wild animals and are probabely out roaming around..."
Moral of the story:
If you own a cat or cat's and they even look at my truck kind of funny, they are GONE...
They would NOT stay off my car and one night I see cat claw scratches on the hood. I go over and "nicely" ask if she can keep the cat's in the house, she basically tells me no they are "wild" animals and need to be out during the day. I say "ok"
Well, since they are wild animals I did my neighborhood and car a good deed and rounded up the 4 cat's one night and took them over to East LA, over by where the trucker was beat during the riots. It was like 15 minutes from Navy housing in Long Beach.
See you kitty, kitty, kitty, and kitty...
A few day's later the dumb bitch ask if I had seen her cat's and I say no (it was an honest answer, I didn't see them in front of me, nor did I see them in a few days...) I just said "well, you know them cats, there wild animals and are probabely out roaming around..."
Moral of the story:
If you own a cat or cat's and they even look at my truck kind of funny, they are GONE...
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Yup, cats are like the french. I smoke em down like cheap cigars whenever I get the opportunity. 
Hard to kill though. When they say they got 9 lives they aren't joking.
The last one I smoked, I capped it in the chest with a 9mm hardball and I didn't find him for about 4 hours, and he was about 175 yards away from the point of impact.
They make good buzzard bait though. 
Hard to kill though. When they say they got 9 lives they aren't joking. The last one I smoked, I capped it in the chest with a 9mm hardball and I didn't find him for about 4 hours, and he was about 175 yards away from the point of impact.
They make good buzzard bait though.
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Originally posted by savageyzf
Yup, cats are like the french. I smoke em down like cheap cigars whenever I get the opportunity. Hard to kill though. When they say they got 9 lives they aren't joking.
The last one I smoked, I capped it in the chest with a 9mm hardball and I didn't find him for about 4 hours, and he was about 175 yards away from the point of impact. They make good buzzard bait though.
Yup, cats are like the french. I smoke em down like cheap cigars whenever I get the opportunity.
Hard to kill though. When they say they got 9 lives they aren't joking. The last one I smoked, I capped it in the chest with a 9mm hardball and I didn't find him for about 4 hours, and he was about 175 yards away from the point of impact.
They make good buzzard bait though.
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Originally posted by Andthensometoo
What an imagination.
That was you and you know it!
What an imagination.
That was you and you know it!
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I was 17 years old and was picking up my date for senior prom. Well, of course, she wasn't quite ready yet; so, I had to sit down stairs with her parents and wait for her. No big deal, right? Wrong. Her father was 6' 10" at about 300 lb. and was giving me the old "rules and consequences" lecture. I was starting to have second thoughts. 
The family dog was a one of those medium sized fur ***** that only the owners really know the breed of. He was very friendly though and spent the entire time sitting at my feet where I was scratching his ears to alleviate my nervousness. It wasn't working. My stomach was killing me. I'm sure that my diet at the time wasn't helping much either. Big Macs, chili beans, cornbread, cabbage, potato salad..... you get the picture. It slipped out before I could stop it. Silent but deadly. It was horrible. I could see her mother's face contorting in disgust. I was mortified.
Her mother called sharply to the dog. "Fluffy!" Relief floods over me. They think the dog did it. I'm saved. So, since my stomach was still in serious need of release, I let a little more out. I was immediately sorry that I did. This time there was noise. A sort of whooshing sound. "Surely," I thought, "there is no way I'll get by with that one." Wrong. This time both of her parents barked, even more forcefully, "Fluffy!!!"
By this time, I was utterly convinced that I could let it all out, if I was careful, and not be blamed. I let it rip. I felt a pang of guilt, I stunk up the place so bad, that surely they would put the dog outside this time. Oh well, at least I was feeling better. This time both parents stood from their seats, came over and grabbed the dogs collar and started back across the room with it. In unison they said, "Fluffy, get over here before he *****s all over you."
The family dog was a one of those medium sized fur ***** that only the owners really know the breed of. He was very friendly though and spent the entire time sitting at my feet where I was scratching his ears to alleviate my nervousness. It wasn't working. My stomach was killing me. I'm sure that my diet at the time wasn't helping much either. Big Macs, chili beans, cornbread, cabbage, potato salad..... you get the picture. It slipped out before I could stop it. Silent but deadly. It was horrible. I could see her mother's face contorting in disgust. I was mortified.
Her mother called sharply to the dog. "Fluffy!" Relief floods over me. They think the dog did it. I'm saved. So, since my stomach was still in serious need of release, I let a little more out. I was immediately sorry that I did. This time there was noise. A sort of whooshing sound. "Surely," I thought, "there is no way I'll get by with that one." Wrong. This time both of her parents barked, even more forcefully, "Fluffy!!!"
By this time, I was utterly convinced that I could let it all out, if I was careful, and not be blamed. I let it rip. I felt a pang of guilt, I stunk up the place so bad, that surely they would put the dog outside this time. Oh well, at least I was feeling better. This time both parents stood from their seats, came over and grabbed the dogs collar and started back across the room with it. In unison they said, "Fluffy, get over here before he *****s all over you."
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LMAO @ Odin.....