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21 Paintball Gun Goodbye
It's the end of a long campaign.
You won the crusade but you were defeated in the war.
You have not seen an end of calendar year office slaughter like this one since the 2008-09 recession.
You have been putting it off for too but it is time to go on a recon mission and survey the damage.
You don't want to do "but it must be done.
Somebody's gotta do it, goddammit!
You take stock, bundleup your bullets and smear a familiar glossy red substance over your cheeks and forehead as cover up.
You look below at your fingers: become shaded burned, blotched blood red.
You put your hand to your mouth to have a sample of defeat for the last time, like a prize agressor smelling Epsom salts before Round 12.
And then like a jack-in-the-box you spring out from your hiding spot and yell out COVER ME!
A burst of bullets master through the air but you execute a textbook end roll nicely timed to see Jenny from Accounts nursing a wrecked fingernail by a gumtree. You inform her it's going to be OK, there's a Korean beauty therapist not far from here and she gives you a hopeless nod.
You see your chance, you now run for a break for a crop of massive blue plastic barrels. Narrowly missing another hit, you slide into a ditch where you see what can only be portrayed as your worst archenemy worst dream.
This is no induction: this is the end, beautiful pal, the end, of our intricate plans, the end, of every thing that stands, the end "I'll never look into your eyes, again.
And there, cowering behind the hot barrel is Phil from the I. T department. Lying in a pool of glistening, sticky plasma, Phil has his head in hands.
You wring them from him, only to grasp why his so painfully catatonic: paper cuts "hundreds if not thousands. He was patently taken POW and tortured by that godawful Rexlex ad repeatedly again.
The humanity.
You look within and find the strength to lift up your comrade and drag him to safety.
But just when you suspect it's shown and you make a dash for the safety of the BBQ area, you are hit by a volley of minute, colourful explosions and you drop the ground, hands apart.
There's your 21 Paintball Gun Salute, soldier.
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