Sulphur on 13/6/2009 at 08:24
It was gunsmoke's birthday, and unfortunately we missed it. Sorry, gunny! Here's to one of the most likeable cowboys around. Hope you had a fantastic day, you unornery bastard! :D
For your gift, I gotcha some big guns, 'cause that's the way every cowboy likes it. :thumb:
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http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7821/bigguns3.jpgEvaUnit02 on 13/6/2009 at 08:34
Happy belated birthday, Gunsmoke!
Sulphur on 13/6/2009 at 11:52
Let's not forget this is Jessica Alba here, and she was never 11. Ever.
Bruce Willis is just a dirty ol' man, though.
gunsmoke on 13/6/2009 at 13:12
Thanks guys. I am leaving for the train in a minute. See you tomorrow!
I spent yesterday at (
http://www.nationaltrailraceway.com/) NAtional Trails Dragstrip. We rented it for 5 hours. 12 of us took out Hayabusa's, Drag Kawasakis, Monzas, Trans Am (11.13 1/4 mile time!), Mustangs, and Camaros out to a private drag session.
Some serious horsepower out there, and it was great fun. I got to take a few runs and work pits for my friend's drag bike.
demagogue on 13/6/2009 at 13:45
Nice. Show them no mercy, cowboy. And happy birthday.
june gloom on 13/6/2009 at 18:27
Happy birthday, gunny!
Matthew on 15/6/2009 at 10:21
Happy birthday, good sir!
Queue on 15/6/2009 at 14:13
It's all in the details, K.
Happy (belated) Birthday, Gunsmoke!
gunsmoke on 15/6/2009 at 15:45
Well, the train robbery sucked. I knew it would be cheesy, but it was beyond retarded. Nelsonville (where my family is from) has amazingly managed to get even more fucked-up. The 'scenery' included wasted old factories, abandoned rusty cars, and shabby, beat up trailers with varying degrees of crap in the yards. The horses were gorgeous, though. There was a female robber who even rode side-saddle.
But we really went for the mini-family reunion. My cousin Al (he's a 47 year-old grandfather and the funniest S.o.B ever) lit a big bonfire in the evening. We roasted hotdogs and marshmallows for the kids, and proceeded to drink about 1 million beers. Lots of laughs, lots of old faces I hadn't seen in decades, and stories of my dad and the 'good ol' days'.
Probably the funniest part was when Alan, carefully perched on the very edge of a 15 foot steep hill, busted the back legs off of his chair by rocking a bit, and rolled ankle over asshole down the hill to the sidewalk and didn't spill a drop of the beer in his hand. Needless to say, good times were had.
My gf got me a new fishing pole and a webcam, btw.
