Blade_Runner wrote:
Brooklyn, Iowa is known as The Community of F**gs. The esplanade is located on a slope above city hall. The display includes of course the American f**g, the f**gs of every state in the union, and the f**gs of each branch of our armed forces. And, the UN f**g.
One day a buddy and I were checking it out. He looked at the UN f**g and said, "Somebody oughta burn that piece of s**t." I said, "Let's do it." He said, "Roger that."
We made plans for a midnight raid, a stealth mission. We filled a weed sprayer with kerosene, set the nozzle for a straight stream, and fashioned an igniter out of a trauma bandage and a rock for weight.
At 2 am on a weekday morning there was one cop on duty and, at that late hour, he was usually in the cop shop eating donuts and drinking coffee or sleeping. We drove to a nearby parking lot and hung out quietly as we surveilled the area for any human activity. Looked quiet, so we geared up, slipped in among the f**g poles, went straight to the pole where the UN f**g was gently fluttering at the top of its pole. I pumped up pressure in the sprayer, then doused the f**g. He lit the igniter and did a really nice underhand launch and we watched that POS burn. Like for just a couple seconds, then we were out of there.
We hustled back to the truck, stowed the gear, and drove by the f**g display. What was once the UN f**g was a melted thing that looked like a black ice sickle.
Hooyah!
Brooklyn, Iowa is known as The Community of F**gs.... (
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Thereby proving how right wingers roll, no respect for anything they don't believe in...