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17 months and NO proof of you doing ANYHTING on that stock- no pics, no stock, no nothing -PROVE you know less than THAT..

You are all talk, "Maestro"

Real classy...

Says the pot to the kettle..

I have fuggin' class oozing out my eyeballs.

You want some? I can email it.

But, but, but... Art, just damn... Anyway, when are you free for lunch? BTW, the action we got from Karnis has matured. Duane put the rifle in the mail and should be here in a couple of days. Wanna go shoot it?

And, if Carlos is reading this, you won't believe what happened to that Argentine!!! Stupid good stuff!

That should be a dandy! But I am almost afraid to ask... I have several projects in need of shooting within the next week... Give a holler. Tomorrow is not so good.

Still avoiding this?

why dating bipolar girls is not a good idea and how the Domino�s Pizza tracker saved my life

I have always been on the fence when it comes to Pizza Hut Vs. Dominos. I don�t eat enough pizza from either to really have a concrete answer of which one makes a better pie. I can tell you one solid truth� As my last relationship ended and the lies, scandals and deceptions came out, after all was said and done, my psycho ex girlfriend did teach me one VERY important thing:

ALWAYS choose Domino�s over pizza hut.

I had been having trouble with my now EX-girlfriend for quite awhile, I won�t go into details, but let�s just say she went crazy. I thought, simple: I�ll just break it off.

Wrong.

One Friday night, around 8:00pm, after a long week of work and incessant phone calls/psychotic voicemails from the unbalanced EX, I decided I was going to stay in, which one any weekend night is abnormal for me. Usually on weekend nights that I am in, I usually am cool with a movie, a 6 pack and a pizza. I had been ordering from Pizza Hut the last few times, but after a constant bombardment with Domino�s �WE�VE CHANGED OUR [bleep], I SWEAR WE�RE AWESOME NOW� ad campaign, I decided to give it a shot.

Around 8pm, I went online to order my pizza. I built a modest 2 topping medium pizza, and placed my order. You have to love how far we have come in the delivery pizza world.

Immediately afterwards, I was introduced to the piece of a software that would save my neck.

The Pizza Tracker.

Pizza tracker? [bleep] yeah, the pizza tracker. If you don�t know what the pizza tracker is, then get your ass online right now and order a pizza from Domino�s. It�s the equivalent of a loading bar on a web browser, except at the end of the loading you get a delicious pizza.

This is where the night got interesting.

I am on my couch, one eye on �Parks and Rec� the other on the pizza tracker displayed on my lap top that joined me on the couch.

We had just entered stage 2: Prep.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

For a split second I thought, �woh that was fast,� I put my order in 10 minutes ago and pizza tracker says it�s still in stage 2.

By the end of my thought, the door swung open.

Guess who.

Yep, it was my psychotic EX. Knife in hand, she starts threatening to do some pretty awful things. I try to stand up, she freaks. I stay on the couch and attempt to calm her down. She goes into a hysterical rant about us getting back together, ya right, and I glance at the pizza tracker.

Stage 3. Bake (Juan is putting your order in the oven)

She goes on while all I can think is GO JUAN GO!!!! GET THAT [bleep] IN THE OVEN!

I try to calm her down, I stand up and she freaks out and tells me �SIT THE [bleep] DOWN!!�

She continues on her violet outburst and I tell her we can work things out hoping to get her to calm down. It�s no use.

I decide I need to try and get to my phone. I inconspicuously try to look for my cell phone. Dammit! I left it my room. I am screwed. I am dead. The pizza man will get blamed for this! Oh, the poor pizza boy will be wrongfully blamed and get life in prison for what this unstable bitch is going to do to me.

STAGE 4! BOX!

[bleep] YEAH! They are boxing up my pizza. Get your ass over here!

She continues on for another 5 minutes. Trying to make eye contact, glancing at the pizza tracker every second she looks away.

Stage 5! DELIVERY: Alejandro is delivering your pizza.

GOD SPEED ALEJENDRO!!! MY LIFE AND YOUR FREEDOM RELY ON THIS!

Knowing that the Alejandro is on the way, I try and just keep her talking, but the more she talks the more enraged she gets. I try to interupt, but that just makes things worse.

It�s been 10 minutes, Alejandro should be here any time.

She continues, she is yelling at the top of her lungs about the things we could have been. I am still banking that Alejandro will be here any second and save the day.

10 more minutes go by.
Alejandro GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR!

SHE IS OFFICIALLY FREAKING THE [bleep] OUT. She puts the knife up to her wrist and then takes it away. I am panicking. Where the [bleep] is Alejandro! Pizza tracker tells me we�re still in stage 5. [bleep] YOU PIZZA TRACKER , YOU�VE BEEN IN STAGE 5 FOR 25 MINUTES!!!! I will never order from Domino�s again!!! After this thought I immediately think to myself, I will be dead, so I will probably never order another pizza again.

Right then, the cops come in. At gunpoint they calm her down and obtain the knife. Alejandro had shown up to the door wide open and saw psycho with the knife and went back to his �98 Honda Accord and called the cops. Domino�s pizza literally saved my life. They should change the name from the pizza tracker to the savior tracker.

Alejandro is the true definition of a hero. In a way, Alejandro is the 5th ninja turtle. He showed up, accessed the situation, didn�t panic, and saved my ass from the bad guys. Oh yeah, and he brought a bitchin excellent pizza too.

Okay... that explains it... the OP doesn't drink but he is Bi Polar...

Would not even REMOTELY surprise me...

I'd place a big order with Domino�s

And for something completely different.............

Had some bitchin' shrimp for dinner.

Thanks for the recipe Artsy!













May I call you Artsy?

Just makes me miss Jane all the more...

So the shrimp did not suck, huh? I suppose left-overs did not happen...

You missed my text apparently.

Camarones never suck and these were worth the call. My darling wife managed to, how did she word it? Suffered through it.

Only leftovers are a bit of butter. I'll save that for some chowdah.

Took me thirteen years to get the makin's of a pair of special, expensive rifles back � undone, and not all the expensive custom hardware � from a trusted former friend in Tucson.

I do not do texts at all, so yeah, I missed it...

hardly bi polar, just tired from working every day, and tired of your lies, and bullsh!t.

if you would have read the other thread you would have seen where i posted all the pm's and where we talked about a tip and cap, and out of what material, for a cash payment.

it matters not about lines and toes, you took it upon yourself to reshape my stock with out my consent, or knowledge, hence the no como from you.

plain and simple art, stick the stock up your AZZ, and send back my .25 caliber blank and cartridge trap. that's all that needs be done at this time now.

17 months with a bitchy old man who let's emotion run his life.

a woman in drag ?

a job is a job, reguardless of, frankly, you pissed me off several pm's ago, so i'm not working on the stock, until i am in a better mood, or somewhere about those words.

you showed no work done, you admitted to touching chisel to wood before checking to make sure all was well, and you have not said a word to me in over 6 months.

enough art, send my property back.

have a great day, another rig needs moved.

Someone who is really good at stock work could do some serious reshaping/truing in an hour or two. I've watched a truly gifted professional take a stock from uninletted blank to applying the first coat of sealer in one day.

No question you should file charges. Art's behavior in this matter has gone far beyond unprofessional and is standing in the doorway of thievery. Sue him.

I cannot fathom how folks could defend Sitka here and I don't care how big of a prick Splatter is.


This is simply inexcusable and it's complete BS that any one of us would have to sue to get our property back.




Sitka, you're being a jackazz. You're better than that. Stop the stupid schitt and give the man his property back. You have absolutely no right to keep it as long as you have and you're doing a disservice to the integrity of this place by being a stubborn 'ol goat.