Home Fun and Games Finish This Sentence: “I Was Fixing My Pickup’s Carburetor When Suddenly .... Fun and GamesHandgunsShotguns Finish This Sentence: “I Was Fixing My Pickup’s Carburetor When Suddenly . . . By Robert Farago - March 30, 2011 24 Facebook Twitter Pinterest WhatsApp Email ◀Previous Post Next Post▶ ◀Previous Post Next Post▶ RELATED ARTICLESMORE FROM AUTHOR Gun Meme of the Day: A Shot At Kimber Edition Gun Review: M48 Nosler Custom Handgun in 7mm-08 Remington Gun Meme of the Day: A Shot At Budget AR-15s Edition 24 COMMENTS ………those damned zombies started creeping up on me again! Reply 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…) Reply 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. Reply Very nice Ryan. This challenge reminds me of the old, “I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out.” Reply …I was approached by a horde of crazed mall ninjas with no concept of trigger discipline. Figured I teach ’em a lesson or two. Reply …..I decided to blow out my eardrums a lil’ bit more sans earmuffs. Reply 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! Reply Good thing you didn’t try to replace the distributor cap. Reply Damn. You beat me to it. The last one I owned w/carb was a Fox-body Granada. Eighties. Reply 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. Reply … 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! Reply Bring me the Holy Hand Grenade… Reply I still love seeing my local range pop up on TTAG… that 50ft “PHOENIX” sign always gives it away! Reply Where is that range? I’m a Phoenix native and I don’t recognize that range. Reply It’s the Rio Salada range in Mesa. Reply Thanks. I’ll have to check it out. 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). …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. Reply … 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. Reply …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. Reply My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near So I shot him in his freakin’ ear Reply 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. Reply When I noticed the approach of Al Gore leading an armada of Chevy Volts , fortunately they ran out of juice before reaching my position. Reply …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. Reply LEAVE A REPLY Cancel reply Please enter your comment! Please enter your name here You have entered an incorrect email address! Please enter your email address here Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.