Funny picture, but neither one of them lives like the one in the boat.
Call me old fashioned, but it seems to me that the corral was invented to prevent this kind of annoyance.
That guy kicks more ass than anyone you know. Then there are these guys:
Necessity = Invention. I don’t know about you, but I want the Third World to have the same technology we have. Taking down the successful folks (cropping poppies) won’t do it despite what “Progressives” say.
As a subtle aside, READ THIS.
Sorry, it’s just wrong. It can’t be fixed, even if you say it’s cool. I’d rather see marmaduke mullets than canine q-tips.
[Related post here.]
BTW, according to WorpDress stats, this is the 1,800th post on Tacky Raccoons since 3 August 2007, and I didn’t steal it from anybody! BoogahBoogah!
“Bobby! Let’s play pirates!”
“Great idea! I’ll go get the Plastic Guards! I’ll be back in an hour!”
Clever idea, but it won’t fly. Any kid who grew up near fallen branches could tell you that swords of the windfall variety don’t last long, and once your weapon has broken you need to find a replacement fast, otherwise you’re declared dead by default. Stopping to change your guard guarantees it.
Oh, well, it’s the thought that counts, and I wish I’d thought of it first.
[Calvin Demarest demonstrates the Massé in 1912. He went schizo a few years later.]
Oh yeah. I remember my best shot. Outside of Houston. Twenties on the rail in a call the shot game, and I had spots. Two spots were sitting in adjacent corners at the end of the table, and a stripe was next to the side pocket. I was blocked for the far corner, my cueball was on the wrong side of the near pocket and against the rail, and I couldn’t bank the corner shot. What could I do?
I did what any bluffer would do. Call both corners.
With my cue in the air, I jammed a Massé shot. Put so much spin on the cue ball that it hopped the rail in front of the side pocket, rode it and spun back down to the table on the other side of the side pocket and caught the side rail. It sunk Spot 1 in the near corner, then shot down the end rail to sink Spot 2. No scratch.
Of course I had to keep a poker face, so I walked to my next shot as if nothing spectacular had happened. Within seconds everyone grabbed their money and went upstairs. Game over.
THAT was my best shot.