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... and Blood
September 10, 2005
You know the drill... guys get together to bond with
cigars. Well, we don't bond with cigars, we bond, and cigars are
involved. Well, you know... it is getting too weird even for me. Let's just say
that our Marc Rossi nights involve cigars, booze, guns, conversation, food and
the manifestly unusual incidents. This evening was no exception except that we
had a blood ritual, thanks to Herm.
(As usual, click on the little
picture to see the big picture.)
Cigars are the reason for the season. |
Port, or some kind of booze, makes everything else possible. |
My first attempt at creating a logo for our club shirts. |
Guns, of course, is the real glue that binds us. |
On the seventh day, God made pellet guns so he could chill with his angels. |
Mike started off giving the first gift. He wrote some of this amazing book. |
Now that's a guy! |
Mike even reads to us. |
Mike gave us all extra large condoms because we're all such dicks.
(Wait... did that come out correctly?) |
Our group photo with our condoms still in the package. Hey... we're just
friends, ok? |
Don't get the wrong idea... nothing besides shirts in this fashion show.
We're not sure what Marc is doing here (well, we are, but
it would screw up a good story) so make up your own caption. |
Tim goes down court and gets ready to shoot...
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Tim shoots... AND SCORES!!!!!! |
Not to be out done, Herm brings gifts, too. |
Mike gets a big chubby from Herm.(It's a pen, you
sick bastards. Sheech.) |
Steve Rush shows up with his arsenal of really powerful guns. We are very
impressed! |
This one simply looks awesome and it is. It is the one that inflicts the
damage on Herm.
(more on that later) |
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Steve and Marc play "Bury the Rabbit".(Don't ask. You
don't wanna know.) |
The Chronicles of Hermmick
We've never had an injury in all the years we've been doing this. Never. No
injuries, no food poisoning, no close calls, absolutely nothing. Until
tonight. And, as can be inferred, it was Herm's turn to be the victim.
The thing we most admire about Herm is that he is willing to try just about
anything, no matter what skill set is required. (Remember the Polo
Session?) Tonight, Herm took to the Sumatra .22 cal and the blood
flowed. He didn't exactly shoot himself but he did hit himself in the face
with the scope. What the hell... blood is blood. It gave us a title for the
evening.
Thanks, Herm! |
Herm, pre-pre wound. |
Herm, immediately pre-wound. We're just waiting for the ATF and Janet Reno
to show up. We're holed up and ready. |
Herm's wound. |
Mike being solicitous and concerned. |
Yeah, right. |
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We killed about sixty dollars in cigars. |
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