Finish This Sentence: “I Was Fixing My Pickup’s Carburetor When Suddenly . . .

24 Responses to Finish This Sentence: “I Was Fixing My Pickup’s Carburetor When Suddenly . . .

1. CUJO THE DOG OF WAR says:

   March 30, 2011 at 12:50

   ………those damned zombies started creeping up on me again!

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2. Foghorn says:

   March 30, 2011 at 12:50

   Looks close to a stage I ran last year.

   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i1cUfh2uifw

   (Still getting the hang of this whole “moving and shooting” thing…)

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3. Ryan Finn says:

   March 30, 2011 at 12:51

   I was attacked by a platoon sized element of morons who stand in the open. Luckily I’m always strapped like I live in Mosul, not Palm Springs so I easily dispatched them with the battle rifle I keep handy in my golf bag.

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   • KW says:

     March 30, 2011 at 13:05

     Very nice Ryan. This challenge reminds me of the old, “I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.”

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4. 2yellowdogs says:

   March 30, 2011 at 13:05

   …I was approached by a horde of crazed mall ninjas with no concept of trigger discipline. Figured I teach ‘em a lesson or two.

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5. CUJO THE DOG OF WAR says:

   March 30, 2011 at 13:14

   …..I decided to blow out my eardrums a lil’ bit more sans earmuffs.

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6. Ralph says:

   March 30, 2011 at 13:41

   I Was Fixing My Pickup’s Carburetor When Suddenly . . . I remembered that it’s 2011 and my pickup has multi-port fuel injection and I haven’t owned any vehicle with a carb since the first Reagan administration. Well, I was so humiliated by my automotive faux pas that I shot everybody who was laughing at me. Now I’m doing thirty life terms in Dannemora. Wow, is my face red!

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   • AuricTech says:

     March 30, 2011 at 13:57

     Good thing you didn’t try to replace the distributor cap.

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   • John Fritz says:

     March 30, 2011 at 18:06

     Damn. You beat me to it. The last one I owned w/carb was a Fox-body Granada. Eighties.

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     • David says:

       March 31, 2011 at 16:03

       Well, what about me. i have a 1982 Goldwing (4 carbs) and a 1974 Porsche 914 (originally FI but will have 2 carbs). My wife has a 1989 Volvo Turbo that’s injected though.

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7. Bob H says:

   March 30, 2011 at 13:49

   … when the Spanish Inquisition approached aggressively. They didn’t have any ranged weapons so I double tapped the closest few before returning to my vehicle to utilize my battle rifle. Once the threats were neutralized a shapely woman told me how long the skirmish had taken. Then I sat down and had the shakes. This was insane! I mean… nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

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   • CUJO THE DOG OF WAR says:

     March 30, 2011 at 13:54

     Bring me the Holy Hand Grenade…

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8. Patrick Carrube says:

   March 30, 2011 at 14:13

   I still love seeing my local range pop up on TTAG… that 50ft “PHOENIX” sign always gives it away!

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   • Lance says:

     March 30, 2011 at 14:44

     Where is that range? I’m a Phoenix native and I don’t recognize that range.

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     • Dan says:

       March 30, 2011 at 15:01

       It’s the Rio Salada range in Mesa.

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       • Lance says:

         March 30, 2011 at 15:21

         Thanks. I’ll have to check it out.
       • Patrick Carrube says:

         March 30, 2011 at 16:28

         It’s a great range overall, although the RO’s at the “Main Range” can be a bit… tempermental. I’m sure that they are just frustrated from hundreds of idiots who don’t understand a simple “don’t go near your bench during a cease fire” rule. Either way, it’s a well-maintained range, cheap ($7 per day but $70 for a 1-year membership.. and most of the range fees go to youth programs), and there are TONS of local matches of all types (pistol, 3-gun, clays, CMP, long-range rifle, etc).
9. The Infamous Oregon Lawhobbit says:

   March 30, 2011 at 15:31

   …I realized that my truck does not HAVE a carburetor and that I was mistakenly working on somebody else’s truck, much to my chagrin.

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10. Patrick B. says:

    March 30, 2011 at 15:38

    … when some chick came out of nowhere with a shot timer – my natural reflex actions were to get all John McClane on stuff. Except for the chick.

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11. AuricTech says:

    March 30, 2011 at 18:09

    …I heard The Tone. The one my Manchurian captors had oh-so-carefully used when brainwashing me. And so, Your Honor, I had to shoot everybody. For the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep. And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

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    • Ralph says:

      March 30, 2011 at 18:26

      My little horse must think it queer
      To stop without a farmhouse near
      So I shot him in his freakin’ ear

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12. M&B Strategies says:

    March 30, 2011 at 18:40

    The shooter is Travis Gibson (19th scoped tactical out of over 300shooters), with Mike Gibson Manufacturing. Travis is the match director for arguably the best 3 gun match in the country. The MGM IronMan.

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13. Mike says:

    March 31, 2011 at 14:18

    When I noticed the approach of Al Gore leading an armada of Chevy Volts , fortunately they ran out of juice before reaching my position.

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14. dtayls says:

    March 31, 2011 at 17:41

    …when a group of mobility-challenged, unidentifiable, faceless blue aliens suddenly beamed down, obviously intent on taking over the planet. My phaser, being useless against the likes of these dummies, I was forced into mortal combat with the use of over-powering high-velocity projectiles from late 20th century earth arsenal. Blue alien flesh was no match for this ancient weaponry and results were satisfactory. Negotiations ensue.

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