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  • #46
    Yeah exactly. Somtimes its the only way people will listen.

    Me from the UK? Nope. I am from Australia ^_^

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    • #47
      Aren't firearms illegal in Aussie?

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      • #48
        Not if your a police officer, or if you have a licence and dont take them out of your property. But usually you have to have a reason, like be joined up to a shooting place or somthing you know? Pretty much the only people I have met that own a gun are police officers.

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        • #49
          Acceptable reason to brawl

          Acceptable reason to brawl -

          tip 1: if you are standing around wondering if the fight you are in is "acceptable" then the fight you are in is probably not "acceptable."
          Last edited by bodhisattva; 02-03-2008, 05:47 PM. Reason: cause momma started hollerin "fire!"

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          • #50
            Can I quote you on that?

            Originally posted by Mike Brewer
            That's fair. You tell a fella, and then you tell him again. If he still doesn't listen, sometimes you just have to tell him harder.
            Seems reasonable to me...

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            • #51
              Originally posted by bodhisattva View Post
              Acceptable reason to brawl -

              tip 1: if you are standing around wondering if the fight you are in is "acceptable" then the fight you are in is probably not "acceptable."

              Sometimes you dont think, but just react.

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              • #52
                Kanik you need to take this advice from a classic country song by Bobby Bare

                (a bit longwinded but worth it)

                The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand he looked like a drunk old fool
                And I knew if I hit him just right why I could knock him off of that stool
                But everybody said watch out hey that's "Tiger Man" McCool
                He's had a whole lotta fights and he's always come out the winner

                But I had myself about five too many and I walked up tall and proud
                I faced his back and I faced the fact that he had never stooped or bowed
                I said Tiger Man you're a pussycat and a hush fell on the crowd
                I said let's you and me go outside and see who's the winner

                Well he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand then he braced against the wall
                He slowly looked up from his beer my God that man was tall
                He said boy I see you're a scrapper so just before you fall
                I'm gonna tell you just a little about what it means to be a winner

                He said now you see these bright white smilin' teeth you know they ain't my own
                Mine rolled away like Chicklets down the street in San Antone
                But I left that person cursin' nursin' seven broken bones
                And he only broke three of mine, that makes me the winner

                He said now behind this grin I got a steel pin that holds my jaw in place
                A trophy of my most successful motorcycle race
                And each morning when I wake and touch this scar across my face
                It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner

                Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay
                That sticky Cincinnati night I stole his wife away
                But that woman she gets uglier and she gets meaner every day
                But I got her boy that's what makes me a winner

                He said you gotta speak loud when you challenge me son cause it's hard for me to hear
                With this twisted neck and these migraine pains and this big ole cauliflower ear
                And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine why I'd shed a happy tear
                To think of all that you gonna get by bein' a winner

                I got arthritic elbows boy, I got dislocated knees
                From pickin' fights with thunderstorms and chargin' into trees
                And my nose been broke so often I might lose it if I sneeze
                And son you say you still wanna be a winner?

                Now you remind me a lotta my younger days with your knuckles a clenchin' white
                But boy I'm gonna sit right here and sip this beer all night
                And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain to prove by winnin' some silly fight
                Well okay I quit I lose you're the winner

                So I stumbled from that barroom not so tall and not so proud
                And behind me I still hear the hoots of laughter of the crowd
                But my eyes still see and my nose still works and my teeth are still in my mouth, And you know I guess that makes me the winner!

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                • #53
                  I'd rep you good for that Gonzo but still need to "spread" some around...

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