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Wolfman wrote:Maybe they were thinking

MadRussian wrote:I spent last night in a 1 man fighting position with improved overhead cover, with the following laying in wait for the crew:
My trusty modified Eagle Arms CAR-15 with the twin snail 150 round drum filled with NATO armor piercing rounds and every 10th round a tracer, my twin 9mm Makarovs with 12 round clips filled with hollow point ammo, and 4 extra clips next to each Mak, 3 Chi-comm 25lb claymores, with intersecting fields of fire, with their clackers all wired in underground conduit to my bunker.
I was prepared for this pussy ass "crew" and wanted to look into their eyes as the last shred of their filthy soul leaves their carcass, and they realize they fucked up for the last time.
I was in full Ghillie suit and my fighting position was VERY camoflaged and a nice field of fire.

I waited and waited staying alert, watching cars full of niglets from the many government subsidized housing projects without any costume holding a grocery bag, or with a costume that had such loving care of about 10 seconds used to out it together walking up and back from my door.

At about 10pm, I THINK it may have been the crew, I heard one say douchbag, and I think I heard someone say novacaine too, walking up my neighborhood street.

I checked to make sure the saftey selector switch was moved 2 clicks to auto and prepared to exterminate these degenerates, when I heard one of them say "wait, I need to pee" and then I SWEAR this faggot actually SQUATTED to piss!
I was confused, men are not supposed to squat to piss.
This upset my entire tactical plan and I was shocked, but still managed to lean up against the sights, and was about to let 150 rounds of hypervelocity rounds ventilate their sorry asses into their next life, when my neighbor's cat meowed next to them.
One of them tried to wildly shoot the cat holding the semi-auto he was carrying sideways, but ended up shooting of of teh other "crew" morons in his leg area, at least as far as I could tell.
He started screaming, and asking for his fuzzy wubsey or some shit like that, then they all took off down the street with him hobbling as fast as he could, and a moment later I hear a car trying to start up, with a loud booming bass and it appeared the battery died, because I heard them cussing and saying to push start the car. I guess they succeded, because 20 minutes or so later I see a mauve colored pinto station wagon come screaming by, burning copious amounts of oil, and sounding like it was running on 3 cylinders, someone leaned out the window and screamed at my house "thats what you get when you fuck with the crew" :?

JMak wrote:

MadRussian wrote:I spent last night in a 1 man fighting position with improved overhead cover, with the following laying in wait for the crew:
My trusty modified Eagle Arms CAR-15 with the twin snail 150 round drum filled with NATO armor piercing rounds and every 10th round a tracer, my twin 9mm Makarovs with 12 round clips filled with hollow point ammo, and 4 extra clips next to each Mak, 3 Chi-comm 25lb claymores, with intersecting fields of fire, with their clackers all wired in underground conduit to my bunker.
I was prepared for this pussy ass "crew" and wanted to look into their eyes as the last shred of their filthy soul leaves their carcass, and they realize they fucked up for the last time.
I was in full Ghillie suit and my fighting position was VERY camoflaged and a nice field of fire.

I waited and waited staying alert, watching cars full of niglets from the many government subsidized housing projects without any costume holding a grocery bag, or with a costume that had such loving care of about 10 seconds used to out it together walking up and back from my door.

At about 10pm, I THINK it may have been the crew, I heard one say douchbag, and I think I heard someone say novacaine too, walking up my neighborhood street.

I checked to make sure the saftey selector switch was moved 2 clicks to auto and prepared to exterminate these degenerates, when I heard one of them say "wait, I need to pee" and then I SWEAR this faggot actually SQUATTED to piss!
I was confused, men are not supposed to squat to piss.
This upset my entire tactical plan and I was shocked, but still managed to lean up against the sights, and was about to let 150 rounds of hypervelocity rounds ventilate their sorry asses into their next life, when my neighbor's cat meowed next to them.
One of them tried to wildly shoot the cat holding the semi-auto he was carrying sideways, but ended up shooting of of teh other "crew" morons in his leg area, at least as far as I could tell.
He started screaming, and asking for his fuzzy wubsey or some shit like that, then they all took off down the street with him hobbling as fast as he could, and a moment later I hear a car trying to start up, with a loud booming bass and it appeared the battery died, because I heard them cussing and saying to push start the car. I guess they succeded, because 20 minutes or so later I see a mauve colored pinto station wagon come screaming by, burning copious amounts of oil, and sounding like it was running on 3 cylinders, someone leaned out the window and screamed at my house "thats what you get when you fuck with the crew" :?

RACK!!! Some of the stupidest, moronic, head butting the key board gibberish I've seen here, yet.