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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: August 10, 2009, 08:46:50 PM »
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: April 13, 2009, 02:15:55 PM »
poop. boobs. rinse and repeat.
Thank you for your time.
Thank you for your time.
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: March 19, 2009, 12:55:40 PM »
super poop.
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: January 05, 2009, 01:31:43 PM »
getting quiet around here...
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: .ORG Continuation Story..........THE STORY SO FAR....
« on: January 05, 2009, 01:05:43 PM »
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: The ORG official "Continue the story" thread............
« on: January 05, 2009, 01:03:36 PM »
XVIII
"We're in Nogales. We should be passing across sometime in the next hour." Paul switched ears with the phone as he wiped his brow free of a stream of sweat. "Depending on how well the border goes, we should be down your way in about 3 hours, but that depends on the border....I trust you've made arrangements?"
"Yes."
"Should I worry about any details?" Paul asked with impatience.
"No."
"What lane should I enter?"
"Lane 8. Have you heard from Victoria?"
Paul hesitated, realizing that he hadn't made contact with her in about 2 hours. "Yes, she is on her way with that Cop. Everything seems to be going as scheduled."
"Good."
"Lane 8 you said?" Paul asked for confirmation.
"Yes, lane 8. Don't make any more calls to me until you are standing at my gates."
"Understood." Paul hit the 'end' button on the phone and slid it into his front pants pocket.
His OCD was getting the better of him and his mind quickly transitioned to juggling concerns for both Victoria's, and for Danny's whereabouts, concerns that were marginalized, only slightly, but marginalized none-the-less, by his creeping hunger. Shuffling back over to his car, he retrieved a ball cap from the back seat. He combed his hand through his hair and slid the cap on his head, adjusting it to sit very low, nearly covering his eyes. Closing the door, he turned and walked towards the entrance of the Safeway.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and chose Victoria as a text recipient. His thumb pressed the '?', then the 'send' button. 'Message Sent' scrolled across the screen. He placed the phone back into his pocket as he walked through the doorway and into the produce section. Grabbing 2 apples, and a pre-mixed salad, he wandered over to the deli and requested a half pound of sliced salami. He added a small loaf of sourdough to the mix and headed to the checkout.
As he was placing his goods onto the belt, the vibration of an incoming call shivered Paul's thigh. It was Victoria.
"Hey Sweetie!" Her voice boomed out of the phone.
"Hey, where are you?" Paul whipped out his wallet with his right hand, while holding the phone with his left. "Can you break this?" Paul asked the cashier, handing her a $100 bill. "Victoria, are you alone?"
"Yep, you'll never believe this, but I'm driving this truck filled with guns and bombs and s**t. And I have separated from Jakowski! I dropped him off at the Safeway and just crossed the border. I used this old mining road or something, no problems crossing at all. It looks like it is heavily used, with fresh truck tracks, but no trash piles or signs of coyote trails, it seems to be ultra-secure, almost private. This road is very weird"
"Did Jakowski show you that way? Where did you get the cargo? Did he say what he was planning on doing with all of that?" Paul wondered, he was not really worried, but curious. "what exactly are you hauling?"
"Well, lots of rifles, ammo, a few RPGs, lots of gas, some other tools, and some other smaller bags of gear that I didn't get a chance to look at. We got it at some desert compound from a guy name Ryan." She answered as best she could remember. "I'm going to meet up with him and Maria Casteneda Villalobos on a road that travels back into Nogales. I'll text you when that happens. I don't know what he has planned."
"Ok, stay safe and get him to that Hotel."
"Will do." Victoria ended the call and tossed her phone onto the passenger seat and started to slow the truck. She was rapidly approaching the 'T' intersection where she was instructed to wait for Jakowski and Maria Casteneda Villalobos. Plus, she needed to get out to pee.
"We're in Nogales. We should be passing across sometime in the next hour." Paul switched ears with the phone as he wiped his brow free of a stream of sweat. "Depending on how well the border goes, we should be down your way in about 3 hours, but that depends on the border....I trust you've made arrangements?"
"Yes."
"Should I worry about any details?" Paul asked with impatience.
"No."
"What lane should I enter?"
"Lane 8. Have you heard from Victoria?"
Paul hesitated, realizing that he hadn't made contact with her in about 2 hours. "Yes, she is on her way with that Cop. Everything seems to be going as scheduled."
"Good."
"Lane 8 you said?" Paul asked for confirmation.
"Yes, lane 8. Don't make any more calls to me until you are standing at my gates."
"Understood." Paul hit the 'end' button on the phone and slid it into his front pants pocket.
His OCD was getting the better of him and his mind quickly transitioned to juggling concerns for both Victoria's, and for Danny's whereabouts, concerns that were marginalized, only slightly, but marginalized none-the-less, by his creeping hunger. Shuffling back over to his car, he retrieved a ball cap from the back seat. He combed his hand through his hair and slid the cap on his head, adjusting it to sit very low, nearly covering his eyes. Closing the door, he turned and walked towards the entrance of the Safeway.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and chose Victoria as a text recipient. His thumb pressed the '?', then the 'send' button. 'Message Sent' scrolled across the screen. He placed the phone back into his pocket as he walked through the doorway and into the produce section. Grabbing 2 apples, and a pre-mixed salad, he wandered over to the deli and requested a half pound of sliced salami. He added a small loaf of sourdough to the mix and headed to the checkout.
As he was placing his goods onto the belt, the vibration of an incoming call shivered Paul's thigh. It was Victoria.
"Hey Sweetie!" Her voice boomed out of the phone.
"Hey, where are you?" Paul whipped out his wallet with his right hand, while holding the phone with his left. "Can you break this?" Paul asked the cashier, handing her a $100 bill. "Victoria, are you alone?"
"Yep, you'll never believe this, but I'm driving this truck filled with guns and bombs and s**t. And I have separated from Jakowski! I dropped him off at the Safeway and just crossed the border. I used this old mining road or something, no problems crossing at all. It looks like it is heavily used, with fresh truck tracks, but no trash piles or signs of coyote trails, it seems to be ultra-secure, almost private. This road is very weird"
"Did Jakowski show you that way? Where did you get the cargo? Did he say what he was planning on doing with all of that?" Paul wondered, he was not really worried, but curious. "what exactly are you hauling?"
"Well, lots of rifles, ammo, a few RPGs, lots of gas, some other tools, and some other smaller bags of gear that I didn't get a chance to look at. We got it at some desert compound from a guy name Ryan." She answered as best she could remember. "I'm going to meet up with him and Maria Casteneda Villalobos on a road that travels back into Nogales. I'll text you when that happens. I don't know what he has planned."
"Ok, stay safe and get him to that Hotel."
"Will do." Victoria ended the call and tossed her phone onto the passenger seat and started to slow the truck. She was rapidly approaching the 'T' intersection where she was instructed to wait for Jakowski and Maria Casteneda Villalobos. Plus, she needed to get out to pee.
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: The ORG official "Continue the story" thread............
« on: January 02, 2009, 11:55:34 AM »
XVII
'Clunk', the aluminum magazine bodies banged together in the bottom of the duffle bag seated in between Victoria's legs. She had managed to load up about 50 M16 magazines since leaving Ryan's, and the volume of the firepower started to force some realities into the front of her thoughts....
"How are you planning on driving all this across the border?"
"I'm not planning on driving it, I'm planning on you driving it." Quiped Jakowski.
"Yeah right," she retorted nervously, "really though, how are you going to do it?"
"Like I said, you are going to do it, all by yourself. Don't worry, it will be easy. You aren't even going to need your passport."
"You're out of your mind. There is no way I'm driving all this s**t, and I'm sure as hell not getting anywhere near that line at the border, not even for a minute!"
"Well, you're right about one thing, you wont be anywhere near those lines at the border crossing. You have been granted VIP access....you should feel honored! Anyway, we'll be stopping in Nogales in about 25 minutes, you'll drop me off with Maria Castaneda Villalobos and I will be crossing into Mexico with her. You'll take the truck and follow this map around 'Devils Drum Caves' and meet back up with us within an hour."
"What about Border Patrol?"
"Don't worry about them. You just follow the map."
Jakowski had trusted Victoria's story about Danny, and he had taken his guard down a bit as a result, setting aside his earlier suspicions. He didn't think twice about handing the keys to the truck over to her when they arrived at the Safeway parking lot.
"Get going, Maria Castaneda Villalobos should be here in a few minutes." Jakowski said as he patted the rear quarter panel of the truck softly as if it were his trusty steed. "After you pass around 'Devil Drum Caves', stop at the end of the dirt road, just before you hit pavement. We will meet you there. Look for a primer-black early '60's Savoy. When you see that car, wait for us to pass and then pull behind and follow us. Don't leave before you see us. "
Victoria fired up the 440 and shifted the truck into drive. Jakowski watched her pull into traffic and head off down the road.
XVIII
'Clunk', the aluminum magazine bodies banged together in the bottom of the duffle bag seated in between Victoria's legs. She had managed to load up about 50 M16 magazines since leaving Ryan's, and the volume of the firepower started to force some realities into the front of her thoughts....
"How are you planning on driving all this across the border?"
"I'm not planning on driving it, I'm planning on you driving it." Quiped Jakowski.
"Yeah right," she retorted nervously, "really though, how are you going to do it?"
"Like I said, you are going to do it, all by yourself. Don't worry, it will be easy. You aren't even going to need your passport."
"You're out of your mind. There is no way I'm driving all this s**t, and I'm sure as hell not getting anywhere near that line at the border, not even for a minute!"
"Well, you're right about one thing, you wont be anywhere near those lines at the border crossing. You have been granted VIP access....you should feel honored! Anyway, we'll be stopping in Nogales in about 25 minutes, you'll drop me off with Maria Castaneda Villalobos and I will be crossing into Mexico with her. You'll take the truck and follow this map around 'Devils Drum Caves' and meet back up with us within an hour."
"What about Border Patrol?"
"Don't worry about them. You just follow the map."
Jakowski had trusted Victoria's story about Danny, and he had taken his guard down a bit as a result, setting aside his earlier suspicions. He didn't think twice about handing the keys to the truck over to her when they arrived at the Safeway parking lot.
"Get going, Maria Castaneda Villalobos should be here in a few minutes." Jakowski said as he patted the rear quarter panel of the truck softly as if it were his trusty steed. "After you pass around 'Devil Drum Caves', stop at the end of the dirt road, just before you hit pavement. We will meet you there. Look for a primer-black early '60's Savoy. When you see that car, wait for us to pass and then pull behind and follow us. Don't leave before you see us. "
Victoria fired up the 440 and shifted the truck into drive. Jakowski watched her pull into traffic and head off down the road.
XVIII
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: The ORG official "Continue the story" thread............
« on: December 31, 2008, 12:37:44 PM »Please stay tuned for a brief intermission Spanish-language puppet show for the children put on by the Chief.....
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: The ORG official "Continue the story" thread............
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:53:05 AM »
XV.
Having just passed through Tucson, Danny barreled down HWY 19. Hitting the eject button on the stereo, Danny pulled the Temptations disk out and placed it on the passenger's seat. With about 45 more minutes or so remaining before hitting the Safeway, he deliberately thumbed through his CD book searching for theme music to help him roll into Nogales.
"Funky is the order" he mused, and slid the Sly and the Family Stone disk into the dash, and as the beat jumped out the speakers, he thought..."Just what the Dr. ordered."
Reaching into the center console storage bin, Danny fumbled for a crumpled brown lunch sack, grasping it, he placed it onto his lap. He started to slow the Rover, at first without braking, and pulled off the road, coming to a stop on the soft dirt of the unpaved desert floor. He shifted into park, and checked his rear view to gauge the volume of passing traffic. As it had been on the 10 earlier, the 19 was eerily empty, and Danny couldn't see any cars approaching from the north.
Danny opened the bag and pulled a small glass jar from the bottom. Marked "tobac", the jar had been carried by Danny, from one end of the earth to the other, for nearly 10 years. He unscrewed the top and the aroma of his multi-colored smoking blend wafted underneath his nostrils. With the precision of a surgeon, Danny rolled himself another cigarette, licking the edge of the paper to seal it, and placing it between his lips. He recapped the jar, placed it into the bag, thrust it to the bottom of the storage bin, and shut the center console.
The gravel shot out from under the spinning tires of the Rover as it drove back onto the pavement. Danny accelerated to 65 and pushed the button on the cruise control, setting his cruising speed. He grabbed the Bic from the dash and lit the cigarette. Drawing in the smoke, his eyes closed briefly and goose bumps traveled up the back of his neck.
"45 more minutes." Danny thought to himself.
XVI.
Paul pulled the BMW in between the faded white lines of a parking space located at the rear of the Safeway. Twisting the key counterclockwise with his right hand, the engine came to rest. He reached over his lap, unfastened his seat belt, and then pulled the lever on the driver's side door. Stepping out of the car and stretching his legs, he pushed the car door shut with a solid 'thud'. He scanned the lot for Danny and his Rover. Nothing.
Nogales, Arizona, the sister city of Nogales, Mexico, sat right on the border splitting the two cities, a split of geography and nation sure, but certainly not of ethnicity nor community. Paul had been through here hundreds of times, stopping at this Safeway damn near every time. Many of store staff knew Paul by name and often superficially chatted him up when he would come in, but none of them really knew Paul beyond his face and the meaningless chit-chat. In fact, most assumed he lived in Nogales, a curious assumption given the sophistication of his speech and dress, and more obviously, the CA plates on his BMW.
Although his ego lusted for that shallow recognition he could expect when walking through the doors of the Safeway, Paul hadn't any intentions of leaving the confines of the parking lot. He paced about 20 yards from the car to the sidewalk, and then back again, stopping briefly to pick up a peso that had found itself propped against the wall of a shallow pothole.
Danny had arrived but tired of waiting and decided to visit a recommended massage parlor closer to the heart of downtown Nogales, on the US side. He would arrive shortly, but that was the furthest thing from Paul's mind as he paced the parking lot.......
He was trying to decide whether or not to make the call.
Having just passed through Tucson, Danny barreled down HWY 19. Hitting the eject button on the stereo, Danny pulled the Temptations disk out and placed it on the passenger's seat. With about 45 more minutes or so remaining before hitting the Safeway, he deliberately thumbed through his CD book searching for theme music to help him roll into Nogales.
"Funky is the order" he mused, and slid the Sly and the Family Stone disk into the dash, and as the beat jumped out the speakers, he thought..."Just what the Dr. ordered."
Reaching into the center console storage bin, Danny fumbled for a crumpled brown lunch sack, grasping it, he placed it onto his lap. He started to slow the Rover, at first without braking, and pulled off the road, coming to a stop on the soft dirt of the unpaved desert floor. He shifted into park, and checked his rear view to gauge the volume of passing traffic. As it had been on the 10 earlier, the 19 was eerily empty, and Danny couldn't see any cars approaching from the north.
Danny opened the bag and pulled a small glass jar from the bottom. Marked "tobac", the jar had been carried by Danny, from one end of the earth to the other, for nearly 10 years. He unscrewed the top and the aroma of his multi-colored smoking blend wafted underneath his nostrils. With the precision of a surgeon, Danny rolled himself another cigarette, licking the edge of the paper to seal it, and placing it between his lips. He recapped the jar, placed it into the bag, thrust it to the bottom of the storage bin, and shut the center console.
The gravel shot out from under the spinning tires of the Rover as it drove back onto the pavement. Danny accelerated to 65 and pushed the button on the cruise control, setting his cruising speed. He grabbed the Bic from the dash and lit the cigarette. Drawing in the smoke, his eyes closed briefly and goose bumps traveled up the back of his neck.
"45 more minutes." Danny thought to himself.
XVI.
Paul pulled the BMW in between the faded white lines of a parking space located at the rear of the Safeway. Twisting the key counterclockwise with his right hand, the engine came to rest. He reached over his lap, unfastened his seat belt, and then pulled the lever on the driver's side door. Stepping out of the car and stretching his legs, he pushed the car door shut with a solid 'thud'. He scanned the lot for Danny and his Rover. Nothing.
Nogales, Arizona, the sister city of Nogales, Mexico, sat right on the border splitting the two cities, a split of geography and nation sure, but certainly not of ethnicity nor community. Paul had been through here hundreds of times, stopping at this Safeway damn near every time. Many of store staff knew Paul by name and often superficially chatted him up when he would come in, but none of them really knew Paul beyond his face and the meaningless chit-chat. In fact, most assumed he lived in Nogales, a curious assumption given the sophistication of his speech and dress, and more obviously, the CA plates on his BMW.
Although his ego lusted for that shallow recognition he could expect when walking through the doors of the Safeway, Paul hadn't any intentions of leaving the confines of the parking lot. He paced about 20 yards from the car to the sidewalk, and then back again, stopping briefly to pick up a peso that had found itself propped against the wall of a shallow pothole.
Danny had arrived but tired of waiting and decided to visit a recommended massage parlor closer to the heart of downtown Nogales, on the US side. He would arrive shortly, but that was the furthest thing from Paul's mind as he paced the parking lot.......
He was trying to decide whether or not to make the call.
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:15:46 AM »
Have I ever posted a picture of my basement in my Southern Nevada Ranch?
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:12:51 AM »That's the excuse then -You should join us - Jacques is supposed to make it down -Attendees: at various times:
Moonclip
Cold Steel
Glock 30
Randall
Gunny
Frio
Saigon
Slayer
I can't open my mails on .net right now, anybody I forgot?
Damn, looks like a regular old time hoot'nanny....
Wish time would allow.....i still need to get down to Randall's for some barrel and receiver work....
one of them....
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Post Count Photo Thread....[b]Read Rules[/b]
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:12:09 AM »
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Post Count Photo Thread....[b]Read Rules[/b]
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:11:23 AM »
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Post Count Photo Thread....[b]Read Rules[/b]
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:10:28 AM »Why is that area circled?
That's where they keep the gimp....
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:09:06 AM »You should join us - Jacques is supposed to make it down -Attendees: at various times:
Moonclip
Cold Steel
Glock 30
Randall
Gunny
Frio
Saigon
Slayer
I can't open my mails on .net right now, anybody I forgot?
Damn, looks like a regular old time hoot'nanny....
Wish time would allow.....i still need to get down to Randall's for some barrel and receiver work....
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:07:41 AM »Last day of operation - Today - Will be close forever -
Looks like it would make a good whorehouse.
It sure did.....it sure did.....
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:03:11 AM »
Are those G3's or Cetmes? Who do they belong to?
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 31, 2008, 11:02:29 AM »Attendees: at various times:
Moonclip
Cold Steel
Glock 30
Randall
Gunny
Frio
Saigon
Slayer
I can't open my mails on .net right now, anybody I forgot?
Damn, looks like a regular old time hoot'nanny....
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 31, 2008, 10:59:51 AM »
how about some of this:
chased with these:
chased with these:
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 31, 2008, 10:51:17 AM »
is net down?
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Brain Excersise Word Asociation Thread......
« on: December 19, 2008, 05:53:33 PM »
glutony
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 17, 2008, 07:35:06 PM »
i need to hang low over here for a bit...
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: So how big is yours?
« on: December 17, 2008, 04:42:52 PM »4 10 39
Why are we posting this?
that is a very existential question...... is there always an answer to a question, if there is, are you obligated to offer it?
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 17, 2008, 02:20:38 PM »Didn't yours have a bunch of naked people in a group hug?Avatar clean up courtesy of your local moderator, remember the same rules apply here as do the regular forum. I am really trying to be nice, we dont need attention called to us here.
Well then to be fair I hope you get rid of that avatar of the two lions humping at .Net
what was wrong with mine?
Erroneous! My avatar was a tastefully arranged group of young women, who just happened to be unashamed nor self-conscience. We need more ladies like that. My avatar was a symbol of unity for all woman worldwide. The mods are violating my civil rights and they have shown their misogyny in it's full glory.
But whatever.......
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 17, 2008, 11:40:25 AM »
that was weird
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 17, 2008, 11:38:17 AM »
net down again
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 17, 2008, 11:28:25 AM »Avatar clean up courtesy of your local moderator, remember the same rules apply here as do the regular forum. I am really trying to be nice, we dont need attention called to us here.
Well then to be fair I hope you get rid of that avatar of the two lions humping at .Net
what was wrong with mine?
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Off Topic Discussion / Re: Thread about nothing #3
« on: December 16, 2008, 04:30:13 PM »
Daaaaaaammmmmnnnn, the Net is slooooooooooooooooooow!