Helicopter Smakk
The Bunny & I are sitting around the house a couple nights ago with me sailing with the Captain and her sipping on some wine. At about 10:30pm, we hear a helicopter flying outside. It gets closer and closer and sounds like its directly above Club 6850. All of a sudden a spot light lights up the pool and backyard as the copter keeps circling above.
So I say, "Great. They have some psycho on the run and chased him in our backyard."
Bunny, "Lock the doors!!"
I make a call to 911 to try and get some info. After being transferred around a couple times, the lady tells me that there is no police helicopter in our area so it must be a news station. With no assistance coming from Dallas' Finest and my liquid courage going fine, I decide it's SPARTA time.
So I arm myself with a fire poker and my trusty steed, Carrot, and we head out the backdoor to engage in battle under the spotlight. I don't see anyone when I walk outside and Carrot doesn't bark at any strange smells, so I check all the bushes and behind the fences. Nothing. So I wave my fire poker in the air at the copter and they click off the spotlight and fly away. I guess all the fugitives (I now assume there must have been more than one to make my story better) turned tail after hearing my "I AM SPARTA" battle cry and seeing the wolf like glare from Carrot.
The next I'm telling my night's adventure to big Bro and he shares, "That's funny. I just heard on the radio that they are filming some prison break movie here this week and they said there would be helicopters out in the area getting shots."
Great...be on the look out for a you tube coming out soon titled - Drunken Spartan's Imaginary Battle with Fire Poker.
The Bunny & I are sitting around the house a couple nights ago with me sailing with the Captain and her sipping on some wine. At about 10:30pm, we hear a helicopter flying outside. It gets closer and closer and sounds like its directly above Club 6850. All of a sudden a spot light lights up the pool and backyard as the copter keeps circling above.
So I say, "Great. They have some psycho on the run and chased him in our backyard."
Bunny, "Lock the doors!!"
I make a call to 911 to try and get some info. After being transferred around a couple times, the lady tells me that there is no police helicopter in our area so it must be a news station. With no assistance coming from Dallas' Finest and my liquid courage going fine, I decide it's SPARTA time.
So I arm myself with a fire poker and my trusty steed, Carrot, and we head out the backdoor to engage in battle under the spotlight. I don't see anyone when I walk outside and Carrot doesn't bark at any strange smells, so I check all the bushes and behind the fences. Nothing. So I wave my fire poker in the air at the copter and they click off the spotlight and fly away. I guess all the fugitives (I now assume there must have been more than one to make my story better) turned tail after hearing my "I AM SPARTA" battle cry and seeing the wolf like glare from Carrot.
The next I'm telling my night's adventure to big Bro and he shares, "That's funny. I just heard on the radio that they are filming some prison break movie here this week and they said there would be helicopters out in the area getting shots."
Great...be on the look out for a you tube coming out soon titled - Drunken Spartan's Imaginary Battle with Fire Poker.
posted by CaptSmakk @ 1:44 PM
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