Originally posted by RingtailhunterWhy not just trade your car in and get and new one?
The boy aint gonna make it!
I come home from work today to find that my boy Billy has decided to help me by cleaning out the inside of my hunting car. He is 5 soon to be perhaps 6. Some how in his little brain he decides that it is a good idea to put the lawn sprinkler in the back seat and turn it on for an after noon. This is what happens when ...[text shortened]... like wet dog and barf before the incedent, but I don’t think I can handle any new odors.
RTh
Problem solved. 😉
Originally posted by royalchickenHis penny loafers were cream as the moon.
The Wolfpack came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his pirpstick was gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep RHP.
and his feathered trilby was banded maroon;
the fur from his coat; pure wool in deep red,
and each strand a notch on his plate or his bed.
Originally posted by royalchickenThe heavenly lights drew fast in their breath,
But hark! What great beast lurked in the brush?
A huge hirsute ape-man with feet for to crush
the swaggering, staggering Man of the Night --
will pirps stand their ground or from bigfoot take flight?
the air hung in anticipation of death,
for Fire was the name of the foe from the wood
and Darkness; his children; and shadow their hood.
Originally posted by StarrmanDarkness had fallen, the moon shone in Units.
The heavenly lights drew fast in their breath,
the air hung in anticipation of death,
for Fire was the name of the foe from the wood
and Darkness; his children; and shadow their hood.
The Wolfpack assembled, it's eye gleamed and soon its
cacophonous howling was raised in salute
to the Serpent-faced outcasts who joined the pursuit.
Originally posted by sasquatch672I know your comprehension skills might be minimal, but I was sure that you realised that the fact that you got ostracised from PFC had nothing to do with the PFC and everything to do with you being a racist, ahem, runt in the public forums.
I don't wish to engage you at all. You couldn't handle it in the PFC, so don't come into the public forums, bring out things from the private forums, and expect me to be restrained. Don't speak to me. Don't speak about me. You couldn't take it in there, don't bring it out here.
BTW: please try to mod this post. I'd just love to see you get smacked down for abusing the alert button.
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Originally posted by RagnorakGo, Bozos, go! 😛 I smell the blood of unsprung lobotomy scars - or is that just furniture polish?
I know your comprehension skills might be minimal, but I was sure that you realised that the fact that you got ostracised from PFC had nothing to do with the PFC and everything to do with you being a racist, ahem, runt in the public forums.
BTW: please try to mod this post. I'd just love to see you get smacked down for abusing the alert button.
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Originally posted by royalchickenThe scent of blood, it filled the air,
Darkness had fallen, the moon shone in Units.
The Wolfpack assembled, it's eye gleamed and soon its
cacophonous howling was raised in salute
to the Serpent-faced outcasts who joined the pursuit.
The quarry complained that it just wasn't fair,
Through the wilds they streaked, pursuit unending,
The murderous breath and footfalls you hear imply the impending.
Originally posted by sasquatch672You are mildly deranged.
I don't wish to engage you at all. You couldn't handle it in the PFC, so don't come into the public forums, bring out things from the private forums, and expect me to be restrained. Don't speak to me. Don't speak about me. You couldn't take it in there, don't bring it out here.
Originally posted by RingtailhunterWhy do you need carpet in a hunting car?
The boy aint gonna make it!
I come home from work today to find that my boy Billy has decided to help me by cleaning out the inside of my hunting car. He is 5 soon to be perhaps 6. Some how in his little brain he decides that it is a good idea to put the lawn sprinkler in the back seat and turn it on for an after noon. This is what happens when ...[text shortened]... like wet dog and barf before the incedent, but I don’t think I can handle any new odors.
RTh
Originally posted by sasquatch672You are delusional. Get professional help ASAP.
I don't wish to engage you at all. You couldn't handle it in the PFC, so don't come into the public forums, bring out things from the private forums, and expect me to be restrained. Don't speak to me. Don't speak about me. You couldn't take it in there, don't bring it out here.
Originally posted by XanthosNZHissing and spitting and jiving and growling!
The scent of blood, it filled the air,
The quarry complained that it just wasn't fair,
Through the wilds they streaked, pursuit unending,
The murderous breath and footfalls you hear imply the impending.
Brushing off shoulders, Betraying and Howling!
Pirps in Wolf's clothing, Brown Trash small and large
advanced in a frantic, unstoppable charge!