HALP! I'm being shelled!Follow

Happy 4th.

Send in the army of *** seeking rabid ferrets.

the wombats are all smashed out of their gourds on hmebrew vodka at the moment. And now the guy has a gatling cannon!

My last post was unwitty.. Anyways, call the cops, have them come to his house, while in the mean time, hide the cannon for him, while hiding it,put quicky ********* of cement in the end where you blow **** out of! then, drill holes int he other end to make it weak enough, that the damned cannon will explode when he sets it off?

Edited, Tue Jul 5 01:40:15 2005 by tkinnerman

Oh sure... you give the wombats vodka, but you give me Zima.

You poopy head.

Should have just tried luring one in front of the cannon...you know...put a beer there or something.

Well, last night got even more interesting.

The battle waged well into the early light of dawn. At some point, one of my neighbors, somewhat annoyed by the cannon fire having obliterated his semi prised rhodadendron bush, broke out the industrial sized mortar rockets he had been hideing since WWII. I mean, these suckers required their own dedicated launch tube, no little namby pamby glass bottle launched rockets for him! So, he took aim upon the cannon fireing lunatic at the other end of the street, and the two proceeded to have it out. It was a sight to behold. The rockets red, and green, and blue glare, the cannon fired bombs bursting in air. At least it was bright enough that I could tell that they hadn't blown up my Flag. The stars were a bit singed in one corner though...

After a few hours of shelling eachother, they gave up and started having joint target practice with the various trees, and windows, and shiny objects of the neighborhood. It looks like Kosovo outside this morning. Even the craters have craters in them!