I believe it was the "Comfy chair"...Ryker comes storming out of nowhere....
Nooooobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our weapons are fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency and almost fanatical devotion to the Pope! Fetch me..... the soft cushions!
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
There were both. I don't recall the order in which they appeared.I believe it was the "Comfy chair"...
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I was waiting for someone to fall into that trap! Gotcha!!!I believe it was the "Comfy chair"...
8 years military and 35 years in EMS as a paramedic, my sense of humor is twisted asf.Welcome aboard MrSancini
I amuse myself by sprinkling in random pop culture references and subjecting the players to my sick sense of humor...
4th wall break would awesome.I was waiting for someone to fall into that trap! Gotcha!!!
The FIRST thing that Michael Palin's Inquisitor demands are..... the soft cushions!
Once he sees that the soft cushions have no affect....
THEN he demands, "Fetch me..... The COMFY CHAIR!"
Man 1: The comfy chair?
Man 2: The comfy chair?
Man 3: The comfy chair?
Man 4: The comfy chair?
All in a huge kerfuffle: The comfy chair? The comfy chair? The comfy chair? The comfy chair?
The comfy chair is the punch line, not the entire joke. First time I saw that... I nearly soiled my armor...
Arthur: Oh do shut up and go and change your armor!
Phat: Yes, my liege!
Hahaha
Thread: Oh look! A squirrel!
Yeah... we all need to wrangle our ADHD a bit...
You started that shit with your post detailing the new Titty Twister asset you picked up for chapter two... Anyway... don't your have chapter one to finish??? I can just picture Jessy on the bed... Ryker stuck at the foot of the bed with his engorged cock throbbing, Jessy's pussy pulsing... wanton desire throbbing between them... until they finally look back up at the screen, breaking the fourth wall and in unison they shout... "Dammit, Dima! This scene won't fucking finish itself!"
Hahaha
No worries... we all need a break to breathe and laugh and think about something besides task completion. Enjoy your day, my friend. RFFR...
Adventure ever on, Phat
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I could never get in to riding on motorcycles, guess it was from all my years of being a medic and seeing the aftermath of people that lost it on their bikes.
********** WARNING**********
The next morning Dima got up and had a breakfast of #8 commons... Jus Sayin'********** WARNING**********
Gather arounds kids and let grandpa Dima tell you a long-winded story...
I've lived up to the saying "There's only two kinds of bikers, the ones that's been down and the ones that are going to go down." I can assure you getting road rash sucks. Sliding on the asphalt flays you like a cheese grater.
My favorite tittie bar back in the day (Valley of the Dolls) was I in the industrial part of the city where the semitrucks kept the road fucked up all the time. I was doing about 50 mph and high sided over the handlebars like superman after hitting a pothole so deep it cratered my 21" front wheel.
My main running buddy and I had closed the bar down like we had hundreds of times before. Between my beer goggles and the dim headlight on my bike, I didn't see the pothole in time to evade it. The worst thing about going down was watching my bike (that I had just repainted the week before) showering a rooster tail of sparks as it slid down the road in front of me.
To answer the obligatory question, no I wasn't wearing a helmet. I still don't unless I'm riding through a State that requires it. For me if it's your time go, it's your time to go.
< on soapbox mode > I've seen both sides of the argument. I've seen people die or get massive head injuries without a helmet and people die from a broken neck because of the additional weight of the helmet puts on your neck or base of your skull. <off soapbox mode >
Anyway, I ended up with a gash on the side of my forehead, road rash on my elbows, back and right ass cheek. I stayed with my bike until my buddy came back with his pickup to take it to my house.
Once my bike was safe, only then I did I think about getting myself looked at. My buddy pussed out and wouldn't wash the dirt and gravel that was embedding in my back. He was afraid I'd hit him if he tried to do that.
He took me to the local hospital to get fixed up. By this time, it's been two hours since I wrecked. I nearly tore the cover off the hospital gurney as Nurse Ratchet scrubbed the dirt and gravel out of my back with anti-bacterial soap with what felt like a wire brush.
In the middle of all that, a cop comes into the room. (I assume the hospital called the police) He starts giving me a ration of shit asking me why I'd hadn't reported the accident. I told him didn't know I was supposed to report that I had a wreck with the ground! I'm sure he intended to arrest me for drunk driving, but between the time, pain and adrenaline I had sobered up. But to add insult to injury, he gave me a ticket for leaving the scene of an accident! FTW
They covered all my wounds with about thirty yards of medical tape and sent me home. As painful as it was to get cleaned up, that wasn't shit compared to pulling all that fucking tape off the next week to check how I was healing up!
Like they say, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. (and smarter) I healed up and fixed my bike. I got back on her and have never stopped riding. I didn't stop drinking, but I don't let it get out of hand when I'm on two wheels. I don't hammer down until the bike is put away. I also upgrade my headlight blub that looks like a welding arc so I can see the road!
Glad you got up and walked that one off, if not no game for us. My oldest daughter lives in Michigan and says you know you are following a drunk driver when they aren't dodging the potholes on the road********** WARNING**********
Gather arounds kids and let grandpa Dima tell you a long-winded story...
I've lived up to the saying "There's only two kinds of bikers, the ones that's been down and the ones that are going to go down." I can assure you getting road rash sucks. Sliding on the asphalt flays you like a cheese grater.
My favorite tittie bar back in the day (Valley of the Dolls) was I in the industrial part of the city where the semitrucks kept the road fucked up all the time. I was doing about 50 mph and high sided over the handlebars like superman after hitting a pothole so deep it cratered my 21" front wheel.
My main running buddy and I had closed the bar down like we had hundreds of times before. Between my beer goggles and the dim headlight on my bike, I didn't see the pothole in time to evade it. The worst thing about going down was watching my bike (that I had just repainted the week before) showering a rooster tail of sparks as it slid down the road in front of me.
To answer the obligatory question, no I wasn't wearing a helmet. I still don't unless I'm riding through a State that requires it. For me if it's your time go, it's your time to go.
< on soapbox mode > I've seen both sides of the argument. I've seen people die or get massive head injuries without a helmet and people die from a broken neck because of the additional weight of the helmet puts on your neck or base of your skull. <off soapbox mode >
Anyway, I ended up with a gash on the side of my forehead, road rash on my elbows, back and right ass cheek. I stayed with my bike until my buddy came back with his pickup to take it to my house.
Once my bike was safe, only then I did I think about getting myself looked at. My buddy pussed out and wouldn't wash the dirt and gravel that was embedded in my back. He was afraid I'd hit him if he tried to do that.
He took me to the local hospital to get fixed up. By this time, it's been two hours since I wrecked. I nearly tore the cover off the hospital gurney as Nurse Ratchet scrubbed the dirt and gravel out of my back with anti-bacterial soap with what felt like a wire brush.
In the middle of all that, a cop comes into the room. (I assume the hospital called the police) He starts giving me a ration of shit asking me why I'd hadn't reported the accident. I told him didn't know I was supposed to report that I had a wreck with the ground! I'm sure he intended to arrest me for drunk driving, but between the time, pain and adrenaline I had sobered up. But to add insult to injury, he gave me a ticket for leaving the scene of an accident! FTW
They covered all my wounds with about thirty yards of medical tape and sent me home. As painful as it was to get cleaned up, that wasn't shit compared to pulling all that fucking tape off the next week to check how I was healing up!
Like they say, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger. (and smarter) I healed up and fixed my bike. I got back on her and have never stopped riding. I didn't stop drinking, but I don't let it get out of hand when I'm on two wheels. I don't hammer down until the bike is put away. I also upgrade my headlight blub that looks like a welding arc so I can see the road!
No, but I did hobble in to work the next day! I couldn't afford to miss the hours. My boss took one look at me and sent me back home.The next morning Dima got up and had a breakfast of #8 commons... Jus Sayin'
That's some serious air they caught, and is that a cop car? I seen one where a fire truck drives through a roundabout.
It's a shame. Roundabouts are the most efficient way to route traffic if people know what they are doing. The dumb fucks where I live can't even handle 4-way stops without dicking it up...
Yeah I was stationed in the UK for two years, they are very efficient. As a paramedic I can assure there are dumb fucks the world over. Dumb fucks was my job security till I retired 2 years ago.
they are all over in Europe, not so much in the US so I'm not surprised people there don't know what the fuck to do with them (even though they are pretty simple)... but then again there are some monstrosities as well like this
