Amazing coincidence!! .... I was walking around the range after the last match with another gentleman. We both looked like chickens pecking at the ground for feed as we picked up brass. I could hear him singing that song under his breath. He's in his mid fifties too.
Heh. It's just you... But I do scurry around like a treasure hunter, stashing it in the front of my shirt, curled up like an apron, and thinking "Score!" constanly... Yeah, Dorks R Me. :D
I don't sing anything, but picking up brass does remind me how grateful I am to have a desk job, rather than doing agricultural stoop labor for a living.
But then usually I'm picking up some uninformed shooter's .500 S&W brass a couple hours after they've left. I figure I've got $60 worth of once-fired already :)
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I'm gonna go with "It's just you".
Nope.. just you. I usually end up singing "Let the bodies hit the floor... Let the bodies hit the floor... Let the bodies hit the... floor!"
It's just you. I'd never heard the song before. Now I've heard 40 seconds of it -- but then I'm old enough to be your father.
No, but I probably will now. Thanks.
See, now that's just funny right there. I snorfled my Dr. Pepper.
Yeah, what Alan said.
Dammit.
=)
You will start the trend.
I thought I was the only one!
Blech. Rap. Homey don't play dat.
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Amazing coincidence!! .... I was walking around the range after the last match with another gentleman. We both looked like chickens pecking at the ground for feed as we picked up brass. I could hear him singing that song under his breath. He's in his mid fifties too.
Well, I know what cocktail I'm drinking tonight.
I'll get a 40 of Olde English 800 and some Sunny-Delight.
Heh. It's just you... But I do scurry around like a treasure hunter, stashing it in the front of my shirt, curled up like an apron, and thinking "Score!" constanly... Yeah, Dorks R Me. :D
I don't sing anything, but picking up brass does remind me how grateful I am to have a desk job, rather than doing agricultural stoop labor for a living.
Oh, damm. . . . That's never gonna get out of my head!
Whenever I "do the range chicken" I just keep repeating to myself, "dime, dime, dime, dime, dime". That's what keeps me going.
Formerflyer
Sing? No. Talk to myself? You bet.
"annnnnnnnnd there's one, annnnnnd there's one, annnnnnnd....."
But then usually I'm picking up some uninformed shooter's .500 S&W brass a couple hours after they've left. I figure I've got $60 worth of once-fired already :)
Captcha: Candi. hehe
Tam does the Forbidden Brass Dance when she picks up her brass. I am unaware of what song, if any, she sings.
I usually sing "Lawyers, Guns and Money" or "Roland the Headless
Thompson Gunner." Dam*! I really miss Warren Zevon.
Actually I was singing that song when I was depriming and resizing brass.
"Braaaaass monkey junkie..." *pop*
"... that funky monkey!" *porp*
Because of this blog post, my New Years resolution is to start saving my brass, just so I can sing this song.
No. Never.
Sometimes I sing the Pretenders' "Brass in Pocket" (Even though Chrissie Hynde is an ALF-case whack job)
Am I not #1???
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