(as he pulls out a table and 3 cups) to figure out which cup the ball is under. He thought back to his days as a carny and realized he was never actually good at running this game but that was fine, this time he had a trick under his sleeve...
With a heavy heart, Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow agreed, cause time was close at hand: His simple plan was to ride into sunset with this Blonde and then...
was just the wrong place at the wrong time. The prehistoric Terminator (series T822) was wondering, why he should play a stupid game with a strange guy for some sunglasses.
"Hey man - don't even think about cheating. I have bionic views, so lets go on and speeden this up - just gimme your sunglasses in exchange for my spare-wheel. NOW! And btw - your Suisse Pocketknife is a joke."
A hat made of strudel warn by very eccentric pastry chiefs in mid-evil Austria, the best of which were made with....
(Ok, thanks for making me think of food Noer now I have to go find some Strudel xD and no disrespect meant to any visitors from Austrian ends of the world ^^^)
The blonde with the big b.. eh.... eyes, looked around her for SAS_Vet_Recon, a bit eager to have this story ended before anyone got injured. She knew Recon was in particular attracted to well-equipped blondes.
..doesnt matter, She was GONE.....(Thinking of all those years looking at the Norweigen Fireman Calander) she took off like a Dalmation chasing the Fire Truck.
Our Hero, now bewildered and alone with his broken Hog and the T822 laughing at his Swiss Pocket Knife, wonders what thrill awaits him now.
He didn't have to wait for long. He decided to give up is hopeless struggle against the alien enemy, cranked the motor-bike, and holstered his good friend, the swiss army knife.
As the blonde chased the fire-truck containing the funny-looking firemen with ski hats, he chose to chase the blonde.
However, he was totaly unaware of the fact that...
approaches Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow, who was sitting with a big smile on the wrecked Harley and playing with his Swiss-Pocket-Knife, which had 65 functions.
"We had a bad start, honey - my name is Koin Fu...
I am 'Doomed", he thought...then he saw something Shiny in the dirt. He examined further only to find his Now Vintage Hog. "Hmmm, I may have been swept through time, but Im right back where I started". He reached in his Khakis for his...you got it...Swiss Pocket Knife with 65 unique functions and found the appropriate one needed to rekindle his Bike...
As the Blonde was still not cooperative with the Shotgun - maybe she wanted to test the hero about what he's made of...
Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow decided - due to the fact 1:3 and having only a Swiss Pocket Knife with him - to make a fast deal:
"Relax, freaks - here's the deal: The challenge is...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
(as he pulls out a table and 3 cups) to figure out which cup the ball is under. He thought back to his days as a carny and realized he was never actually good at running this game but that was fine, this time he had a trick under his sleeve...
Yep it was a mickey mouse wrist watch, the latest edition
But before he could swing the cups, the bushes over to the right moves, and out of the shadows comes a pre-historic Terminator shouting.
I said I would be back
while his 12 gauge automatic 100 shelled shotgun fires 48 rounds into the creepy bodies of the wallabees.
Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow took his cups away, and starts looking for a replacement for the flat tire.
But Damn, there is none.
"What can I do now" he thinks
Then the pre-historic terminator says.
Hey man, you can .......
buy my spare tire, it's only a dollar for each year I've been through time.
"Hey man that's gotta be like $1,000,000,000,000 are you serious !?"
(swings out the table and cups again)
"Want to play for it Man to pre-historic Terminator?"
The Terminator replied: "Only if you put your sunglasses in the pot...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
With a heavy heart, Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow agreed, cause time was close at hand: His simple plan was to ride into sunset with this Blonde and then...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
Find a good place to stop for a romantic pick nick
but this plan was now screwed up, thanx for all the silly things that have happened in the last few houers.
The Terminator...
was able to travel through time and this time it....
was just the wrong place at the wrong time. The prehistoric Terminator (series T822) was wondering, why he should play a stupid game with a strange guy for some sunglasses.
"Hey man - don't even think about cheating. I have bionic views, so lets go on and speeden this up - just gimme your sunglasses in exchange for my spare-wheel. NOW! And btw - your Suisse Pocketknife is a joke."
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
You should get your self a german Strudel hat.
And then the fists few while the Blonde sat and watched with a smile on her face...
while she wondered" what the hell is a german strudel hat"?
Its a .....
A hat made of strudel warn by very eccentric pastry chiefs in mid-evil Austria, the best of which were made with....
(Ok, thanks for making me think of food Noer now I have to go find some Strudel xD and no disrespect meant to any visitors from Austrian ends of the world ^^^)
...strudels, a rare flower from the Alps.
The blonde with the big b.. eh.... eyes, looked around her for SAS_Vet_Recon, a bit eager to have this story ended before anyone got injured. She knew Recon was in particular attracted to well-equipped blondes.
But...
with this constant talk of 'strudles'. all she could picture was Chef Gordon Ramsey yelling obcenitys and throwing ladels. At that moment...
a huge fire truck full of 20 singing fire fighters wearing funny Norwegian ski-hats and ....
.... off the truck stepped SAS_TRP_BIG12 in all his fire gear but not holding a hose he was holding a fully equipped...........
If a million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing. Anatole France [Jacques Anatole Thibault] (1844-1924)
..doesnt matter, She was GONE.....(Thinking of all those years looking at the Norweigen Fireman Calander) she took off like a Dalmation chasing the Fire Truck.
Our Hero, now bewildered and alone with his broken Hog and the T822 laughing at his Swiss Pocket Knife, wonders what thrill awaits him now.
He didn't have to wait for long. He decided to give up is hopeless struggle against the alien enemy, cranked the motor-bike, and holstered his good friend, the swiss army knife.
As the blonde chased the fire-truck containing the funny-looking firemen with ski hats, he chose to chase the blonde.
However, he was totaly unaware of the fact that...
he was still riding a hog with a flat tire, the rim along the road began to spark....
"Oh man - I am a lousy Ghostrider" he thought. Then he had an idea...
He stopped the Harley and put out his unique Swiss-Pocket-Knife, pulled out the spoon and dialed the number of the nearest fire-department...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
Causing the fire truck full of singing fire fighters wearing funny Norwegian ski-hats to pull a one eighty 'cross the highway making ....
a zig-zag in the raod to avoid the blond, now drooling, from becomming a hood ornament. With Sirens blaring the Red Fire truck....
approaches Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow, who was sitting with a big smile on the wrecked Harley and playing with his Swiss-Pocket-Knife, which had 65 functions.
"We had a bad start, honey - my name is Koin Fu...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
The firetruck ran over the Harleys front wheel.
"What a bad driver" was Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow thoughts.
As the trucked passed, he saw the name on the drivers shirt.
Fireman Rouge, it stated.
What a funny name, Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow thought.
I hope he fish better than he drives.
Then, out of the sky, came and alien aircraft.
It send Ho Chi Goon Cha Bein Koin Fu Chow forward in time.
The date is......
10,191 A.D., some where on the planet Arrakis...
I am 'Doomed", he thought...then he saw something Shiny in the dirt. He examined further only to find his Now Vintage Hog. "Hmmm, I may have been swept through time, but Im right back where I started". He reached in his Khakis for his...you got it...Swiss Pocket Knife with 65 unique functions and found the appropriate one needed to rekindle his Bike...
"What's the plan?
Track'em, find'em, kill'em!"
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