How could he tell them the truth that he was playing puppet show on the bed, where he was pretending his peen was somebody he would love to pick off from such a distance that they would look that tiny? That satisfying click, when the hammer went down, was going to be SO satisfying. Except for that round in the chamber.
This was an army thing too; happened to a friend of mine (this would be vietnam-era, late 60's early 70's), he was ordered to go all over the base chanting this and exposing himself. He figured he's go up to the highest ranking officer he could find, maybe he'd be ordered to knock that crap off. The Major watched him, then said, "Carry on private"...
Our major weapon is snark and sarcasm. Our two major weapons are snark, sarcasm and a fanatical devotion to the Editrix...our THREE major weapons are snark, sarcasm, A fanatical devotion to the Editrix and ponies...
I'd say "only in South Dakota" but that would be a lie, and I'm not named Carly. But it certainly happens here often enough--the accidental shooting thing, not the shooting off of one's peen thing. And blaming it on that Mysterious Huge Black Man? FFS, dude. Fuck you.
"The shot heard around the wood."
You mean filled with even more stupid. The white spy and the black spy always fall for the others' traps.
How could he tell them the truth that he was playing puppet show on the bed, where he was pretending his peen was somebody he would love to pick off from such a distance that they would look that tiny? That satisfying click, when the hammer went down, was going to be SO satisfying. Except for that round in the chamber.
Sadly, the equipment of an imaginary black guy is bigger than that of Donald Anthony Watson, even before this unfortunate incident.
To be fair, how could he defend himself against imaginary black guys without a real gun? (Channeling the NRA.)
Sometimes a bullet is just a bullet. Through a cigar, which is your penis.
This was an army thing too; happened to a friend of mine (this would be vietnam-era, late 60's early 70's), he was ordered to go all over the base chanting this and exposing himself. He figured he's go up to the highest ranking officer he could find, maybe he'd be ordered to knock that crap off. The Major watched him, then said, "Carry on private"...
Our major weapon is snark and sarcasm. Our two major weapons are snark, sarcasm and a fanatical devotion to the Editrix...our THREE major weapons are snark, sarcasm, A fanatical devotion to the Editrix and ponies...
Oh lets go out and come back in....
I'd say "only in South Dakota" but that would be a lie, and I'm not named Carly. But it certainly happens here often enough--the accidental shooting thing, not the shooting off of one's peen thing. And blaming it on that Mysterious Huge Black Man? FFS, dude. Fuck you.
So, did this guy find a nifty way to win the Darwin award without actually having to die?
There are a fair number in Sioux Falls, actually. But still, not a LOT lot.
Are you sure he didn't say "Carry on your privates"?
That's what he just missed doing.
One less South Dakota peener to propagate the next generation. Sounds like a big win for Darwin to me.
Oh quite possibly, Greg was never one to shy away from a pun; and it's been 30+ years since I heard him tell the story...
"Are you happy to see me, or is that half a penis in your pocket?"