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AND we just made it over the 300 posts 
THE BAR IS OPEN!!...."ringing thee BAR BELL like crazy"
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Blue, I have no desire to learn how to fly since I (being a history major) already know what happens when those things fall.
You seem to forget, I actually like jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, almost as much as I liked riding rodeos.
I was raised in west texas, and took to riding horses at an early age, took to breaking and training horses by the time I was 12, and by the time I was fifteen I was riding saddle broncs, bareback and bulls. (which probably explains why my lumbar spine is a mess)
My father was a flight engineer on 130's in vietnam, and I had the dubious priviledge of seeing his collection of slides showing all kinds of wonderful things that happened to the aircraft over there. Mortors raining down on them as they try to land, B40 rockets fired at them when they were trying to take off.
I even got to see a really neat pick of a B52 with a SAM sticking out of her rear fusalage. The aircraft was forced to make an emergency landing at Ton Son Nut.
Add to that the collection of World War Two combat footage that shows Allied Aircraft going down, men trying to parachute from burning aircraft, etc.
Finally, Blue, there is the fact that there is a one in one thousand chance the aircraft being damaged in such a way as to make the ejection seat not work, or should the aircraft be in a bad spin, ejection is likely to be fatal.
So, in other words, I like the idea that once on the ground, I only have 2 deminsions to worry about, the horizontal plane and the air above that.
With that said, I will announce, after two months waiting due to the fact it was on backorder, I have finally gotten a new copy of "Wake of the Wahoo."
*Holds up Blue's credit cards*
Steak dinners for everyone!
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Holy crud Lane, you are scaring the #$%^ out of me. I was in the car today running errands, and for some reason I flashed on a P-38 and the fact that it wasn't always a twin tailed fighter.
Hearing the words "the bar is open", Vietvet rises from the binjo pit (open sewer) that he and the snake eater had been hiding in. He turns to tell the snake eater he stinks like $%^&, and finds out that he is all alone.
Either the C/C is doing his best impersonation of Al Jolsen, or he has managed to get himself completely tangled up in the typewriter ribbon.
Lane is busy outside trying to get the 8-track in his armored bucket to play. He just can't go more than 24-hours without listening to his Partridge Family tapes, the boy loves David Cassidy.
Deep has been in a race track pattern looking for a Texaco for the past hour. Actually, he has managed to confuse the second hand on his watch with the compass, so he just keeps making circles trying to go North.
Snake Eater has been trying to butter up Momma San to keep her from getting all of the boys in hack. He's figured out that her breath has the potential to numb the senses. She's trying to teach him how to get that Beetle Nut smile. The closest most of us will every come would be to slam our face into the dash board at 100 miles an hour and then gargle with 10W 40 oil.
Good news kids, it's happy hour.
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Lane mounts the 14 inch woofers from grandpa's 22 inch Zenith consol t.v. on the sides of the turret.....
Grabs an 8 track......smacks it three times on his thigh to loosen up the tape, and slams it in the player......
INAGODADAVIDA BABY...DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I LUVVVVV LUVVV YOU!.......
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Deepblue searching for his credit cards which he was sure were in the back pocket of his flight suit, hears an HORRENDOUS noise that make all the hairs on his body stand up straight and through his flight suit...
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Ok guys..got tired of breaking and twisting my wifes knit needles and just cut the damn cast from my arm
got a knock on the head from the wife in the process too 
So the first victim of SH IV is ready for battle again
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Blue, in my youth I rode bulls and broncs, not to mention worked enough open range land to end up dealing with wild cattle (yes people there are still wild cattle in the United States,) mexican panther (think of a mountain lion on steriods and following an Arnold Schwartzanager workout routine) wild boar, javalinas, and the usual coyotes and wolves.
When I worked fishing boats I had the pleasure of dealing with white tip reef sharks, sand tigers, bulls, hammerheads and the occasional tiger.
Now with the exception of either one of my sisters being in a full blown hell fire and brimstone rage, what praytell do I need to be scared of?
By the way, there are few of those wonderful horses in West Texas, they were brought over to breed to quarter horses to get some better and faster roping and cutting horses.
While they are a wonderful breed, it turns out they are very high cost here, it seems they have to be immunized for a lot of the equine illnesses that most of our native breeds are immune too.
As for the removal of the cast, why didnt you just use and adjustable depth utility knife?
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It seemed so innocent, but the end results were tragic.
Vietvet has to use the facilities. As he stands at the urinal, a hot ash falls from his Marlboro. The alcohol fumes coming up from the porcelin ignite, the explosion throws VV through the back wall and out into the alley.
A urinal cake flies through the air, hitting Deepblue in his G-suit. The suit inflates, and Deepblue waddles through the front door looking like a tan 500 pound Pillsbury Dough Boy.
The Snake eater retreats to a Buddist Pagoda where he has stashed his sniper rifle. Mistaking the firemen for Darth Vadar he begins sooting them in their air bottles.
The Company Clerk has made up his mind not to go down without a fight. He picks up his Swingline, releases the base, pops in a new stick of staples and is ready to take on all comers.
Lane retreats to his M60. He yells out...target...bar. His loader is confused, never having encounter that target at Fort Knox. He thinks he said car, so he loads an armor piercing round. Up, he yells, Lane fires. The shell flies through the bamboo walls of the Skywalker Bar as if they weren't there at all. 6 blocks later the shells wipes out 12 Buddist Monks and an Ox Cart.