I had a wicked two gun rig to hold my silver colts that you could open up and put silver bullets into. I also had the shell from a single shot bazooka. All the kids did because our dad's brought them home for us to play with. Basically a hollow tube that still had the sites and trigger attatched. Cowboys and Indians and Bazooka's was our game.
Paladin, that's no joke. It happened to some friends of mine who were getting ready for halloween. The cops had them all cuffed and on the ground (with liove weapons pointed at their heads) before determining that their firepower was non-lethal.
Yeah, the Bazooka guy was always my favorite when playing with army men. The machine was next, then the hand-grenade guy. Like the joke, MD, and Paladin, between 5 and 12 yrs old or so, we all had at least 5 or 6 play guns, robots that shot things, atomic cannons, battery-driven pom-pom guns, grenades that you could put caps in,.......!!
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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I wouldn't have survived the late 50s without my trusty Mattel Tommy Gun and Marx Zorro flintlock pistol.
I had a wicked two gun rig to hold my silver colts that you could open up and put silver bullets into. I also had the shell from a single shot bazooka. All the kids did because our dad's brought them home for us to play with. Basically a hollow tube that still had the sites and trigger attatched. Cowboys and Indians and Bazooka's was our game.
Carefree days of youth...
These days such a scene would likely result in the local SWAT team being called out.
Paladin, that's no joke. It happened to some friends of mine who were getting ready for halloween. The cops had them all cuffed and on the ground (with liove weapons pointed at their heads) before determining that their firepower was non-lethal.
This is a joke:
What is this?:
Clipclop. clipclop. clipclop. clipclop.
BANG!
Clipclop. clipclop. clipclop. clipclop.
It's an Amish drive-by shooting.
Yeah, the Bazooka guy was always my favorite when playing with army men. The machine was next, then the hand-grenade guy.
Like the joke, MD, and Paladin, between 5 and 12 yrs old or so, we all had at least 5 or 6 play guns, robots that shot things, atomic cannons, battery-driven pom-pom guns, grenades that you could put caps in,.......!!
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