In the interest of saving space, I only post the first three stanzas, and will direct the reader to search for the full poem:
“The Female of the Species” by Rudyard Kipling:
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
‘Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
By now, one would think the Coyotes’ maps would be imprinted with “Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here” over the Double D. Or, at the very least, “Here Be Dragons.”
Just across the border is a fly infested cantina that would require major renovations to achieve the exalted status of “Tourist Trap.”
On the porch silently sit a small group of feeble, white haired, rheumy eyed men, who on closer inspection are decades younger than they initially appear.
On the hottest days of the year they still cannot rid their bones of the deep, penetrating, cold.
The locals quietly whisper about them as “the few who came back from the Rancho Diablo Diablo.”
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My Colombian wife had to translate this for me. Man, they are in for a surprise.
Bubbles with English
“The boss tells him that this gringa whore would be a good start.”
“I still can’t see anyone on this Ranch DD”
“Brother, we have to be careful. The man here is the Cockroach.”
This is going to smart.
As Eva Kant said to Diabolik when he asked her why she offed an entire gang, “Women are always crueler than men”.
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In the interest of saving space, I only post the first three stanzas, and will direct the reader to search for the full poem:
“The Female of the Species” by Rudyard Kipling:
When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
‘Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
I have a feeling being careful isn’t going to cut the cards. They’d be better off gone. 200 meters isn’t nearly a safe zone on Rancho DD.
Failure to “check six” (actually their 8 o’clock, and inside 5 meters) is generally fatal.
Might be more entertaining to let them catch Jo, impersonating Sam. Talk about a chilly reception.
By now, one would think the Coyotes’ maps would be imprinted with “Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here” over the Double D. Or, at the very least, “Here Be Dragons.”
I was thinking the same thing.
Looks like the feral hogs will be getting well fed again.
WayneM,
As the feral hogs are known to grunt: “Coyote, the other white meat.”
Sam was braggin’ to DJT about the drone swarms, where dey at? Early warning system needs work…
Just across the border is a fly infested cantina that would require major renovations to achieve the exalted status of “Tourist Trap.”
On the porch silently sit a small group of feeble, white haired, rheumy eyed men, who on closer inspection are decades younger than they initially appear.
On the hottest days of the year they still cannot rid their bones of the deep, penetrating, cold.
The locals quietly whisper about them as “the few who came back from the Rancho Diablo Diablo.”
La mierda se puso seria
Been a while since high school spanish, but I’m thinking
“shit just got serious”
“Dos Hermanos” never figured out that it sucks to walk into an L-shaped ambush or a kill box?
The civilized, hospitable, thing to do would be to introduce the Dos Hermanos to XIR.
My money would be on Trigglypuff.
Another vehicle to be added to the stable. Be interesting to see what upgrades Kiko and Sam make.