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Thread: What if The Combat Balance was a Dog's name?
Message Edited by Turd_Ferguson523 on 01-04-2005 06:24 AM
Thunderheart wrote:
A young man was delighted to finally be asked home to meet the parents of the young woman he'd been seeing for some time. He was quite nervous about the meeting, though, and by the time he arrived punctually at the doorstep he was in a state of gastric distress.
The problem developed into one of acute flatulence, and halfway through the canapés the young man realized he couldn't hold it in one second longer without exploding. A tiny fart escaped.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" called out the young woman's mother to the family dog, lying at the young man's feet.
Relieved at the dog's having been blamed, the young man let another, slightly larger one go. "COMBAT BALANCE!" she called out sharply. "I've got it made," thought the fellow to himself. One more and I'll feel fine. So he let loose a really big one.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" shrieked the mother. "Get over here before he sh**s on you!"
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Thunderheart wrote:
A young man was delighted to finally be asked home to meet the parents of the young woman he'd been seeing for some time. He was quite nervous about the meeting, though, and by the time he arrived punctually at the doorstep he was in a state of gastric distress.
The problem developed into one of acute flatulence, and halfway through the canapés the young man realized he couldn't hold it in one second longer without exploding. A tiny fart escaped.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" called out the young woman's mother to the family dog, lying at the young man's feet.
Relieved at the dog's having been blamed, the young man let another, slightly larger one go. "COMBAT BALANCE!" she called out sharply. "I've got it made," thought the fellow to himself. One more and I'll feel fine. So he let loose a really big one.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" shrieked the mother. "Get over here before he sh**s on you!"
TH....you're nuts
Thunderheart wrote:
A young man was delighted to finally be asked home to meet the parents of the young woman he'd been seeing for some time. He was quite nervous about the meeting, though, and by the time he arrived punctually at the doorstep he was in a state of gastric distress.
The problem developed into one of acute flatulence, and halfway through the canapés the young man realized he couldn't hold it in one second longer without exploding. A tiny fart escaped.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" called out the young woman's mother to the family dog, lying at the young man's feet.
Relieved at the dog's having been blamed, the young man let another, slightly larger one go. "COMBAT BALANCE!" she called out sharply. "I've got it made," thought the fellow to himself. One more and I'll feel fine. So he let loose a really big one.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" shrieked the mother. "Get over here before he sh**s on you!"
Thunderheart wrote:
A young man was delighted to finally be asked home to meet the parents of the young woman he'd been seeing for some time. He was quite nervous about the meeting, though, and by the time he arrived punctually at the doorstep he was in a state of gastric distress.
The problem developed into one of acute flatulence, and halfway through the canapés the young man realized he couldn't hold it in one second longer without exploding. A tiny fart escaped.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" called out the young woman's mother to the family dog, lying at the young man's feet.
Relieved at the dog's having been blamed, the young man let another, slightly larger one go. "COMBAT BALANCE!" she called out sharply. "I've got it made," thought the fellow to himself. One more and I'll feel fine. So he let loose a really big one.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" shrieked the mother. "Get over here before he sh**s on you!"
Thunderheart wrote:
A young man was delighted to finally be asked home to meet the parents of the young woman he'd been seeing for some time. He was quite nervous about the meeting, though, and by the time he arrived punctually at the doorstep he was in a state of gastric distress.
The problem developed into one of acute flatulence, and halfway through the canapés the young man realized he couldn't hold it in one second longer without exploding. A tiny fart escaped.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" called out the young woman's mother to the family dog, lying at the young man's feet.
Relieved at the dog's having been blamed, the young man let another, slightly larger one go. "COMBAT BALANCE!" she called out sharply. "I've got it made," thought the fellow to himself. One more and I'll feel fine. So he let loose a really big one.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" shrieked the mother. "Get over here before he sh**s on you!"
LMAO!
It's been a long time since I haven't seen such a thing on the official boards...It reminds me of the Gen Board's good old time! ![]()
Please, take "combat balance" to the vet before he dies.
C3po& Th decided to take combat balance for a walk. They stopped for their lunch break at an internet caffe, so Th couldanswer all of the professions top 10 questions.
During lunch, C3po noticed combat balance had an unhealthy fascination with humping his leg.
Th contemplating a great way to respond with another top 10 question delay, failed to notice combat balances new found love.
C3p0leg started to become chafed, C3po shook TH and awoke him from his delirium.
C3po yelled, how do I keep combat balance from humping my leg.
Th grabs C3po's hand, points to his palm, and replies, combat balance needs a happy ending.
now this young man wouldn't be named thunderheart right? =)
Thunderheart wrote:
A young man was delighted to finally be asked home to meet the parents of the young woman he'd been seeing for some time. He was quite nervous about the meeting, though, and by the time he arrived punctually at the doorstep he was in a state of gastric distress.
The problem developed into one of acute flatulence, and halfway through the canapés the young man realized he couldn't hold it in one second longer without exploding. A tiny fart escaped.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" called out the young woman's mother to the family dog, lying at the young man's feet.
Relieved at the dog's having been blamed, the young man let another, slightly larger one go. "COMBAT BALANCE!" she called out sharply. "I've got it made," thought the fellow to himself. One more and I'll feel fine. So he let loose a really big one.
"COMBAT BALANCE!" shrieked the mother. "Get over here before he sh**s on you!"
There are 2 morals in this post by TH.
Dev's / and TH too, are human beings, and are capable of making jokes.
and TH's Sh** stinks just like everyone else's.
Thunderheart wrote:
"COMBAT BALANCE!" shrieked the mother. "Get over here before he sh**s on you!"