Ok, this might sound like the most stupid and meaningless post in existence but its really weird and I would like to hear what others think...
My younger brother(10) was out in the garden today, messing about, he was torturing(dont ask) some little plastic army man. He put it on the ground and started wacking it with this massive stick (I thought it was hallarious, but thats just me,lol) He kept doing it till it was gone, then I said dig it up and see whats happend to it. He digged and digged but he couldnt find it. He was there for ages and I was watching just incase it came up. After a while I got the spade and dug huge squares out while he searched through them. We never found it.
What the hell happend to it?
It was a Spec ops soldier. It dug it's own tunnel and ran but you eventually dug it up but it was well disguised
There is no greater honor than dieing in glorious combat with a superior opponent. *Thrust... thrust.... parry....sweep.....THRUST!! Good.* Ah the joy of a Boar Spear.
If it's green I know from experience that it's camo'd enough to hid forever. I'm still looking for the head to my Jango Fett action figure in the side yard. You know, the one Hasbro made where the head comes off to simulate his fight with Mace?
The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for.
He still didnt find it and it deffinatly didnt bounce off somewhere, it was a tan so we should have seen it, My brother just wants to say: "some worm must have took it or someone burried grabbed it!"
My brother and zombies
Rest in peace little army man, he trully dissapeared.lol
Please everyone just say tyler i should have made tyler my name but I didn't. Dunno why. Or you can call me my Heathen name of Lone Oak.Just please Manofthewolf sounds to serious and if any of you are unlucky enough to meet me you will VERY quickly realize im serious about nothin but food and religion.
and remember to read the sig if you still don't believe im not serious
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There is no greater honor than dieing in glorious combat with a superior opponent. *Thrust... thrust.... parry....sweep.....THRUST!! Good.* Ah the joy of a Boar Spear.
it's okay. Thanks for saying tyler. Now then not all mice are peace loving. I am at constant war with them since they developed the tank. Some govn't official somewhere is gonna pay for selling the blueprints to the nuke as well. Apparently my house sits directly over a MASSIVE uranium (or mouseanium as the call it) deposit. So I have developed and anti-nuke shield which im currently selling for 200 billion american dollars or a large box of tootsie rolls.
There is no greater honor than dieing in glorious combat with a superior opponent. *Thrust... thrust.... parry....sweep.....THRUST!! Good.* Ah the joy of a Boar Spear.
yes a higly trained rescue team was on your shovel and moved in extracted him and got out on your next load of dirt. Then moving through the grass the ran as fast as they could then a spec ops helecopter came and retrieved them. they flew to D.C. and reported on your soil and that it is safe to build the proposed nuclear bunker there. The bunker is currently being built....
the end or is it...?
There is no greater honor than dieing in glorious combat with a superior opponent. *Thrust... thrust.... parry....sweep.....THRUST!! Good.* Ah the joy of a Boar Spear.
there they stand, lined up to defend their fallen comrade. Are they there, or was that just a blade of grass moving in the wind?
If you were to juggle a lion, and a house cat, the end result would look something like a tattered chunk of red fabric. The cat would scratch anything within reach, and the lion would just eat you. The lesson to learn? Make sure you eat your spinach.
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