> > And, John, someday we might try to get a crowd together and go
> > to one of those paint war places. If we had enough people, we
> > might be able to take the place over. We just can't make war at
> > Nicholas Flats--we have to take our nature-appreciation and our
> > warmongering separately.
>
> Has anyone ever considered doing this on the high desert? Much more
space,
> far less likelihood of police sweeps, and John will stick out for
MILES if
> he tries to wear that silly uniform on the open outback.
I can see that now. Out in the middle of nowhere, John strutting his
stuff complete with Cuban stogie when, with our luck, here comes
Sheriff Rufus and Deputy Cletus.
SR: (to John) "Bwah, what the hell yew think you doin'? What the hell
is that Yew-nee-form?"
JT: Ummm, it's an German Border guard uniform.
Cletus: German border guard...don't they have canals in Germany?
SR: That's Astra y' moron.
Mike (or Dean or Keith, choose one): *EAST* German...
JT: Shhhh, damn it.
SR: East German border..goddamn, we got ourselves a commie pinko spy.
(sniffs) That a 'Merican cigar?
JT: Not exactly...
Dean (or Mike, you know the drill): Cuban..
JT: Shhhh, damn you guys.
SR: *CUBAN*?!? You one of Fidel's boot buffers?
Cletus: Cuban? Ain't they the guys that got that Alien kid away
from us?
SR: That's Alias you moron. (to John) You-all are in a heap o'
trouble. Looks like we're gonna have to search ya Bwah.
Cletus: (high-pitched giggle) Yeah, a full body cavity search.
JT: Whoooah....
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Predictable.
JM (AKA JW): Count me in for paint ball survival. If the Deb and I can
get babysitters we'll both play (and kick your collective patooties
too - unless we're on the same team of course).
Received on 2002-06-14 21:23:41
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