My linguistically gifted mother used to say “the feces is about to hit the oscillator”. She inherited the gift ‘o gab from my g-mother about whom Mom once said ‘your g-mother could tell someone to go to hell in such a manner that they looked forward to the trip”.
Too bad that such diversity in language seems to be lost on most folks these days especially the left.
Jeff seems to have gotten the “Devious” sub-routine in his programming. I Wonder if he’ll be keeping the dress for future operations. It does get the psuedo-FeeBs in close. Jack is learning to be real careful near the DD or any of their livestock.
Close being within outhouse throwing range.
I guess, for Jack, the drill is to sweep anyone of the sisters off her feet, if he succeeds, then look for Zed or Sam. If grabbing one of the girls feels like grabbing the front bumper of a deuce and a half, smile, say, “Howdy Jeff”, and back away as fast as possible. There has got to be a better “tell” for the young “regulars”.
Remembering Jo’s ability to turn an object hurled at Sam into flechettes against the perps, Jeff needs to return those handcuffs to all three stooges, 300 grains at a time, hollow pointed, and traveling 1650 fps.
Ensure the first round into each Tango is a pelvic shot for a 100% mobility kill (freeze the targets) and then fire for effect with the remaining rounds (destroy the targets).
In the event the handcuffs are sufficiently lightweight as to create a shortage of munitions, I’m sure Jeff can use some appropriately contaminated hardware from the outhouse to make up the difference.
Dead stooges tell no tales, but serve as a powerful lesson pour encourager les autres.
Leave the three now inert loads of human waste for scavengers to feed upon at their leisure.
Hooking “her” up, Jeff is bound to have made skin contact with one or both.
What if he came out of the outhouse looking like Jeff and then instantly ‘blorped’ into one of the FeeBIe’s, slap the handcuffs on his ‘twin,’and let them try to sort it out.
Better yet, stall in the outhouse until one of the fake Feebs opens the door to investigate. Knock the stooge out, tie him up, leave him in the outhouse and come out looking like him. Claim she got away and have Stooge 2 lead Jeff to baldy where a…vigorous interrogation…can get to the bottom of this.
Even if it was the real Mari instead of Jeff, I’m fairly certain either Sam or Zed would have shown her how to slip a set of cuffs by now. That’s something every young girl should know because kinky or not, there comes a time when freedom to move is everything and once you know how, cuffs take maybe five or ten seconds to ditch, even with the ‘black box’ over the apertures, and then you have two nice hooked pieces of steel that make great claws.
The only ones it’s pretty much impossible to ditch are the older ones with the barrel locks that screwed together but those aren’t ‘modern’ and they cost more to make so working properly doesn’t count.
Technical errors. The badge goes on the outside of the case. A photograph of the agent should be on the lower left with the statement of duties on the right. There should also be the agent’s name below the Agency logo. Full disclosure I’m a retired agent from a different (lesser known) agency. I worked back when it was a respectable profession. (I have my last set of credentials and badge on a plaque on my wall for easy reference.)
I’m thinking Baldy is Tucker’s for the taking…there’s a history there.
As to pinpointing the the intentions of the Artiste, fuhgeddaboudit… misdirection is what he does; he’s like the Trump of comix.
October 20, 2022 at 9:09 am
Oldarmourer
Different departments, different badge cases, it all depends on which company gave the purchasing manager the best ‘demonstration’ in the swankiest place.
Mine was a plain leather folder that opened to the badge on one side and ID on the other, with a soft suede flap covering the badge, but if you flipped your wrist in the proper ‘as seen on TV’ manner while presenting it, the flap folded itself up over the back of the case as it opened, kind of impressive…to whoever bought them…it did keep the badge from getting scratched though.
I was probably supposed to turn it in when I retired but nobody asked for it so it’s in a drawer until they do.
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And the fertilizer is about to hit the ventilator…
No, I think the FiBbIers are going to hit the low point of the outhouse…
My linguistically gifted mother used to say “the feces is about to hit the oscillator”. She inherited the gift ‘o gab from my g-mother about whom Mom once said ‘your g-mother could tell someone to go to hell in such a manner that they looked forward to the trip”.
Too bad that such diversity in language seems to be lost on most folks these days especially the left.
Ah yes. The art of saying nothing eloquently got me all the way through grad school.
As a side note, I don’t think Tucker likes Feds of any sort working his jurisdiction without his knowledge.
These ain’t even real feds. They’re turds with borrowed badges.
“Two minutes.”
That is an eternity for Jeff.
Unfortunate for the boys there, but I’m sure the peeper fibber
won’t be allowed to escape punishment for setting it all up.
The results of this with Jeff in the outhouse may well be something on the order of “Thar She Blows!”
This seems so like today’s fbi.
Fake FBI. Hmm so who are they really…
The problem is that this is the FBI today.
Under arrest for WHAT???
Jeff seems to have gotten the “Devious” sub-routine in his programming. I Wonder if he’ll be keeping the dress for future operations. It does get the psuedo-FeeBs in close. Jack is learning to be real careful near the DD or any of their livestock.
Close being within outhouse throwing range.
I guess, for Jack, the drill is to sweep anyone of the sisters off her feet, if he succeeds, then look for Zed or Sam. If grabbing one of the girls feels like grabbing the front bumper of a deuce and a half, smile, say, “Howdy Jeff”, and back away as fast as possible. There has got to be a better “tell” for the young “regulars”.
All I can say, is pass the popcorn…
I’m waiting for Jeff to have a lower appendage just for the FBI to grab onto. (they seem to be those kind of guys)
Remembering Jo’s ability to turn an object hurled at Sam into flechettes against the perps, Jeff needs to return those handcuffs to all three stooges, 300 grains at a time, hollow pointed, and traveling 1650 fps.
Ensure the first round into each Tango is a pelvic shot for a 100% mobility kill (freeze the targets) and then fire for effect with the remaining rounds (destroy the targets).
In the event the handcuffs are sufficiently lightweight as to create a shortage of munitions, I’m sure Jeff can use some appropriately contaminated hardware from the outhouse to make up the difference.
Dead stooges tell no tales, but serve as a powerful lesson pour encourager les autres.
Leave the three now inert loads of human waste for scavengers to feed upon at their leisure.
Hooking “her” up, Jeff is bound to have made skin contact with one or both.
What if he came out of the outhouse looking like Jeff and then instantly ‘blorped’ into one of the FeeBIe’s, slap the handcuffs on his ‘twin,’and let them try to sort it out.
Better yet, stall in the outhouse until one of the fake Feebs opens the door to investigate. Knock the stooge out, tie him up, leave him in the outhouse and come out looking like him. Claim she got away and have Stooge 2 lead Jeff to baldy where a…vigorous interrogation…can get to the bottom of this.
Under arrest? On what charges?
Exactly…
I’ve been wondering that myself …
Like they need ‘charges’ these days to arrest anyone. The charges will come some time later after they have been held in custody for a few years.
I gotta good feeling sump’n bad’s about to happ’n! 😉
For the FIBers, Two Minutes to DoomsDay!
Zar Belk!
and next on “Seconds Before Disaster”…
Heh … two minutes.
More like two minutes ‘til midnight!
Even if it was the real Mari instead of Jeff, I’m fairly certain either Sam or Zed would have shown her how to slip a set of cuffs by now. That’s something every young girl should know because kinky or not, there comes a time when freedom to move is everything and once you know how, cuffs take maybe five or ten seconds to ditch, even with the ‘black box’ over the apertures, and then you have two nice hooked pieces of steel that make great claws.
The only ones it’s pretty much impossible to ditch are the older ones with the barrel locks that screwed together but those aren’t ‘modern’ and they cost more to make so working properly doesn’t count.
Tick tock, bitches.
Those persons are not Fibbies. Who in the Fibbies gave them the badges and are they working with or for.
Technical errors. The badge goes on the outside of the case. A photograph of the agent should be on the lower left with the statement of duties on the right. There should also be the agent’s name below the Agency logo. Full disclosure I’m a retired agent from a different (lesser known) agency. I worked back when it was a respectable profession. (I have my last set of credentials and badge on a plaque on my wall for easy reference.)
Which may be why, not only are those guys fake, but that even baldy is himself setting up red and charcoal hat for the unexpected awakening…
We’ll see — I’ve learned after multiple mis-directions not to expect to accurately pinpoint Chris’s intentions until they appear instrip.
I’m thinking Baldy is Tucker’s for the taking…there’s a history there.
As to pinpointing the the intentions of the Artiste, fuhgeddaboudit… misdirection is what he does; he’s like the Trump of comix.
Different departments, different badge cases, it all depends on which company gave the purchasing manager the best ‘demonstration’ in the swankiest place.
Mine was a plain leather folder that opened to the badge on one side and ID on the other, with a soft suede flap covering the badge, but if you flipped your wrist in the proper ‘as seen on TV’ manner while presenting it, the flap folded itself up over the back of the case as it opened, kind of impressive…to whoever bought them…it did keep the badge from getting scratched though.
I was probably supposed to turn it in when I retired but nobody asked for it so it’s in a drawer until they do.
Anyway to get those two, and the ones behind it dropped into a Turkish prison on Drug Trafficking charges…
I’d suggest they’re from Decima, but I’m not sure how many POI fans are still out there.
Is it morning yet, awaiting the next post!
Ah CRAP! Let me guess. Hunter wanted Twins…
Auntie Naomi needs to teach the Girls the proper use of knives
If that’s what this is about, he’ll be lucky to retain possession of his “twins”. Unless they’re in a jar of pickling brine.
I think the Girls might be too old for the Sniffer
Who ever is behind this needs to have a meeting with some baby rattlers