tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post3871646621029504114..comments2023-11-05T05:49:22.093-05:00Comments on The Breda Fallacy: Is it just me or...bredahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00216098318849287384noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-1982726578602172052011-06-13T14:23:33.323-04:002011-06-13T14:23:33.323-04:00Am I not #1???Am I not #1???Mad Saint Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14289623562998116757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-8680021577136441172008-12-22T11:12:00.000-05:002008-12-22T11:12:00.000-05:00No. Never. Sometimes I sing the Pretenders' "Brass...No. Never. <BR/>Sometimes I sing the Pretenders' "Brass in Pocket" (Even though Chrissie Hynde is an ALF-case whack job)B Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11820065559822788663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-82315763987947796582008-12-22T06:24:00.000-05:002008-12-22T06:24:00.000-05:00Because of this blog post, my New Years resolution...Because of this blog post, my New Years resolution is to start saving my brass, just so I can sing this song.AztecRedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00027951757285806109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-7386731358469753472008-12-19T19:10:00.000-05:002008-12-19T19:10:00.000-05:00Actually I was singing that song when I was deprim...Actually I was singing that song when I was depriming and resizing brass. <BR/><BR/>"Braaaaass monkey junkie..." *pop*<BR/><BR/>"... that funky monkey!" *porp*Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-33004955268775885302008-12-19T19:08:00.000-05:002008-12-19T19:08:00.000-05:00I usually sing "Lawyers, Guns and Money" or "Rolan...I usually sing "Lawyers, Guns and Money" or "Roland the Headless<BR/>Thompson Gunner." Dam*! I really miss Warren Zevon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-62837040459270292792008-12-19T16:31:00.000-05:002008-12-19T16:31:00.000-05:00Tam does the Forbidden Brass Dance when she picks ...Tam does the Forbidden Brass Dance when she picks up her brass. I am unaware of what song, if any, she sings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-86851223111188477762008-12-19T16:27:00.000-05:002008-12-19T16:27:00.000-05:00Sing? No. Talk to myself? You bet."annnnnnnnn...Sing? No. Talk to myself? You bet.<BR/><BR/>"annnnnnnnnd there's one, annnnnnd there's one, annnnnnnd....."<BR/><BR/>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 :)<BR/><BR/>Captcha: Candi. heheDr. StrangeGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03349076338197668654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-56163579943283976612008-12-19T16:26:00.000-05:002008-12-19T16:26:00.000-05:00Oh, damm. . . . That's never gonna get out of my ...Oh, damm. . . . That's never gonna get out of my head!<BR/><BR/>Whenever I "do the range chicken" I just keep repeating to myself, "dime, dime, dime, dime, dime". That's what keeps me going.<BR/><BR/>FormerflyerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-39157073136837024182008-12-19T15:55:00.000-05:002008-12-19T15:55:00.000-05:00I don't sing anything, but picking up brass does r...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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-21521901902139534612008-12-19T14:49:00.000-05:002008-12-19T14:49:00.000-05:00Heh. It's just you... But I do scurry around like...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. :DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-34345490703773524352008-12-19T14:24:00.000-05:002008-12-19T14:24:00.000-05:00Well, I know what cocktail I'm drinking tonight.I'...Well, I know what cocktail I'm drinking tonight.<BR/><BR/>I'll get a 40 of Olde English 800 and some Sunny-Delight.New Jovian Thunderbolthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452246769246304612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-86586021808308479412008-12-19T13:49:00.000-05:002008-12-19T13:49:00.000-05:00Amazing coincidence!! .... I was walking around th...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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-19584222055103091882008-12-19T13:28:00.000-05:002008-12-19T13:28:00.000-05:00Blech. Rap. Homey don't play dat.MBlech. Rap. Homey don't play dat.<BR/><BR/>MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-5660195865415255312008-12-19T12:46:00.000-05:002008-12-19T12:46:00.000-05:00I thought I was the only one!I thought I was the only one!New Jovian Thunderbolthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452246769246304612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-44167009456946629682008-12-19T12:21:00.000-05:002008-12-19T12:21:00.000-05:00You will start the trend.You will start the trend.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-83659326401031875152008-12-19T12:13:00.000-05:002008-12-19T12:13:00.000-05:00Yeah, what Alan said.Dammit.=)Yeah, what Alan said.<BR/><BR/>Dammit.<BR/><BR/>=)Rustmeisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16706110699686013722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-25713612963290395372008-12-19T11:50:00.000-05:002008-12-19T11:50:00.000-05:00See, now that's just funny right there. I snorfle...See, now that's just funny right there. I snorfled my Dr. Pepper.aepilot_jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11854001889452895184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-55286798225070148322008-12-19T11:45:00.000-05:002008-12-19T11:45:00.000-05:00No, but I probably will now. Thanks.No, but I probably will now. Thanks.alanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04152504268166466779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-67040004168355904642008-12-19T11:37:00.000-05:002008-12-19T11:37:00.000-05:00It's just you. I'd never heard the song before. ...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.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-64037038426918263692008-12-19T11:22:00.000-05:002008-12-19T11:22:00.000-05:00Nope.. just you. I usually end up singing "Let the...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!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32278169577563552.post-51408314665077909142008-12-19T11:17:00.000-05:002008-12-19T11:17:00.000-05:00I'm gonna go with "It's just you".I'm gonna go with "It's just you".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com