AyaqGuyaq

(Sung to the tune of Pink Floyd's idyllic song): "We don't need no, shoes with traction . . . . (don, da-da-la-da-da-da-da-don-da-la-da-da-da-da-don), we don't need no, booze control (don, da-da-la-da-da-da-da-don-da-da-la-la-da-don-da-la-la-da-don) . . . I'm about to, fall on my face now . . . (don-da-da, well, you get the idea). "Hey, filmers, leave that drunk alone!!! All he is is a, 'nuther drunk on the wall . . . " Lol. Glad he finally made it. Ayaq

Gross joke, Respect (retching sounds being made because of hair-trigger gag reflex). I was excited to open and read your latest post, because normally you provide only the good stuff. Lol. Ayaq

I got some stuff to add, but can't do it now. Please deposit $1.50 for the next three minutes (anyone remember making long-distance calls on pay phones before calling or credit cards? Anyone remember pay phones?). Lol. Gotta blaze, but, like General McArthur said of the Philippines: "I shall return." Ayaq

Cosmic, your stuffed animals don't look like they're "drunk" animals: they look like they're "dead" animals, who may or may not have been drunk before they were trapped or shot. Just sayin'. Lol. Ayaq

Welcome to the forums. Ayaq

Those bunny "hopers" must wear out their spacebar keys pretty quickly. I don't like bunny-hoppers, either--or noob-tubers, or snipers, or campers, or bunny-hopping noob-tubers, or . . . Ayaq

Lol, that's a catchy headline and a funny image. Don't forget about Hxtr's "side action," Mrs. Jergens. Ayaq

Welcome to the club, Xistance. Good playin' wit' ya in the FT1 and zombie servers. Ayaq

Welcome, Neo, to this group of Fine Young Cannibals. "They'll drive you crayzay, ooh, oooooh . . . Like no one else, ooh, oooooh . . ." Lol. Ayaq

Lol, Johnny, that's a great one. The "moral" of the story sounds (yes, I got my hearing back from Box #22) like an excuse, eh? Ayaq

Elvis, you should bite your fingers instead of your tongue, since your fingers are to blame for dancing with the keyboard. That is, unless you like to type with your tongue . . . Lol, be patient, bud. Ayaq P.S. - Edited to add emoticon showing Elvis licking strawberry ice cream with his tongue. <--- (after-eating-strawberry ice cream emoticon) Ayaq

Hello, , welcome to the forums. Wait . . . oh, sorry, wrong thread. Lol. Congratulations, and thanks for your efforts to nurture your adoring >XI<-member thongs--er, I mean, "throngs." Ayaq

Johnny Carson will always be the best late night talk-show host. Didn't care for his sidekick too much, though. At least he's not as bad as Jimmy Fallon's sidekick, lol. Just sayin'. Ayaq

Hi, REPO, you son of a . . . !!! Welcome to the forums, bud, and it's about time you made a post. Since you're pretty "Wiley" in FT Server 1, I'm a gonna call you "REPO Post." P.S. - Anyone remember Wiley Post? Ayaq

Lol, Death, I was there when you were typing it for Speedo-man and Vogado. Your IP keystrokes were showing up fine--i.e., prominently displayed front and center of the bottom screen--and dandy, but the thing I noticed you had a string repeating itself. It looked like the IP address for the new server was 350 characters long. Ayaq P.S. - We almost passed that wave, too. Lol. Stupid crawlers.

Fire, like the lyrics of the Michael Jackson song goes, "You are not alone . . ." I got divorced last year, too, so I know the pain. It's not so much the pain of not having her here, it's the pain of not seeing my 17-year old son and 13-year old daughter on a daily, regular basis, and not sleeping under the same roof that they are so I know they're absolutely safe. It was my (hard liquor) drinking that caused the split. Her hormonal changes, especially after her hysterectomy, may have been the ember that sparked a flame, but I was the stupid jerk throwing tablespoons of gasoline on that flame. Alcohol solves nothing, except maybe to disinfect a scratch. I was so depressed that I drank way too heavily, as much as 3, 750-mL bottles of 80-proof rum a day. A day. I was even drinking at work, and was either too drunk or too depressed to even go to work. Of course, I eventually lost my job that paid over six figures. I'm not blaming my ex-wife, totally (I say "totally" because she absolutely robbed me blind!!!), because I know my voluminous consumption of distilled spirits was the root cause. Many, many people in my situation have done disastrous things, either to themselves or others, in a similar situation. My faith in God and His plan, as well as my love for my children and my core family, are why the "easy" options are never an option. Regarding your "night terrors," I'm going to relay a personal story to you, and it goes like this: I was 24-years old when I moved here to Anchorage, Alaska, and the apartment I moved into was the cat's meow in 1990; i.e., top floor, fireplace, furnished, etc. Little did I know that the place was haunted, which it sounds to me like yours is. I kept my Remington Model 870 pump-action 12-gauge shotgun in the corner of my bedroom to deal with anyone that tried to break in. My deadbolt, key-chain lock, and door lock were secured each night, religiously. One night, I heard a thumping noise in the living room, so I quietly got outta bed, crept to the bedroom door entrance, leaned out, and turned on the light switch next to the door. From that position, I've practiced taking one leap, bouncing off the bed off my back, and grabbing my shotgun. There was no one in the living room, so I checked the bathroom and closets, then finally the door, which was still secured. So, I went back to bed, attributing the loud thumping noises to a figment of my imagination. At the time, I liked to sleep with a pillow under my belly and pillow under my head. Just when I started to doze off, the other side of the queen-sized bed sunk, like when someone sits there. I could even hear the springs going down. I leapt offa my side of the bed and got ready for mortal combat. But, there was no one there. I checked the bathroom, closets, and door locks again, and everything was in order. "Strange," I thought, "I knew someone sat on the edge of the bed." This was at about 2:00 a.m. in the morning (Alaska Standard Time). After I finally settled back down and resumed my sleeping position, my body froze. I was facing to the left side of the bed, and my eyelids were cracked open just a little. There was a very tall, skinny, well-dressed, and mostly-bald Caucasian man standing next to me, with a wicked smile on his face. He leaned forward so that he was hovering over me, and I felt my body being pushed down into the mattress. I chuckled to myself, "Oh, this is what it feels like to be visited by a ghost. Now I can tell my friends." The apparition leaned even farther over me, and I felt myself being pushed down into the mattress even further. I told myself over and over again, "It's only a ghost, he can't hurt me. It's only a ghost, he can't hurt me . . . " However, I realized that he was indeed hurting me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move. By then, his face was only about a foot above my head, and I was almost out of oxygen. Just before I blacked out, right before I blacked out, my last thought was, "Please, God help me!!!!" Whoosh!!!!! The apparition and pressure instantaneously disappeared, and I literally sprung outta bed. I put my feet on the floor and was gasping for breath. I almost died at 24. I'm not a preacher, but if you, Face, or any of you others reading this, are faced with a similar situation, give it a try. Just ask God for help. That's why I haven't taken the "easy" way out; I exist to help carry out His plan. I've heard many stories of people in such very--and let's face it, scary--situations, so I tell my story whenever I can. Paul (aka "AyaqGuyaq")

Don't worry, John, Dear, I'll back you up. Lol. Ayaq

"Dadda Foods" mayonnaise, one of the top-three best-selling condiments (no, Dadda, not "condoms") in the U.S. of A. Haven't checked lately to see if ketchup ("catsup" to some) has supplanted salsa as the number 1 position. If Dadda was running against Hillary Clinton OR Donald Trump (shuddering), even though Dadda is not eligible to run even in his most fond dreams, I'd certainly cast my vote for Dadda. Just saying'. Ayaq

Hello, Slack, welcome to the forums. Ayaq

I'm with Hammer on this one; if you're gonna spend your finite resources on any model 1911, the .45-caliber round is the way to go. It's not how many bullets you can carry in your magazine, it's the stopping power of the rounds that you DO have in your mag. The .45 has much more stopping power than the 9mm. Sure, the round drops like the proverbial rock beyond 50 yds., but you're probably not gonna be grocery shopping with your 1911 .45 anyway. Just sayin'. Ayaq

Lol, Piece. That might actually work for the Spetznaz, because I saw an episode on the American Hero's Channel that showed them employing a spring-loaded knife that can shoot the blade "accurately" to about 15 feet. Given that maximum distance, you might wanna fix a 1.5X scope on the knife, lol. Cool pic. Ayaq

I agree with bds1961 that carrying any weapon loaded with "hollow point" rounds in bear country is unwise. I don't know if he was referring to my mention of the adjective "soft point." The only round I use for big game in Alaska (come on, it's time to address the elephant in the room: everything may be bigger in Texas, but everything is BIGGEST in Alaska--biggest bears, biggest deer (moose), biggest halibut, salmon, crab, and other fish species, tallest mountains, biggest mosquitos, etc.) is the Remington Core-Lokt (trademark) soft point bullet because it travels easily through tissue and mushrooms--doesn't disintegrate, mushrooms--on impact with bone to transfer the rest of the bullet's kinetic energy. I really don't know how many thousands--yes, thousands--of pounds of meat I've "harvested (that's the term we use in Alaska)" for friends and family over the years. My dad, older brother (deceased and a former U.S. Army Airborne paratrooper), and brother-in-law couldn't believe some of the shots I've made. Ironically, I play like a methamphetamine-crazed attacker (no, I'm not on meth, I just play like I am, even though I've never, ever wanted to try meth) in first-person shooter games. Sigh. If none of you have been to Alaska and want to visit (I know of one >XI< member that already plans to move here), I strongly suggest you come between mid-June and mid-July. Okay, end of Vol. III. Ayaq

Welcome to the forums, Rookie, good playing with you in the zombie server, as well. Ayaq

LMAO, Damage. There were some good ones in there. The one that grossed me out was the lady-who's-not-too-pleasant-on-the-eyes wearing the "You can't afford me" t-shirt. Got my weak gag-reflex nerves riled up. She looks absolutely nuthin' like our beautiful >XI< ladies, can I hear an "Amen?" Ayaq

The jingling bells only signal the bears that it's dinner time, and they use the pepper spray you're carrying to season your still-steaming corpse. The thing that makes me feel safe whilst traipsing through bear-infested Alaskan woods is carrying my Remington semi-automatic .30-06 rifle with a fully-loaded 10-round clip (with 220 grain soft-point bullets) and an extra 10-round mag in my pocket. Pity the poor (bear) fool that hopes to fatten up for the winter using calories and fat gained from the likes of Ayaq Guyaq. If one succeeds, though, he'd probably have enough to sustain himself for two winters on my lifeless corpse. Lol. Ayaq