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Moberly Missouri archery target park. The picture is taken from where you’d stand to shoot, about 30-40 yards from the target. Bench is 6 feet from the target.
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If this is an expert range, there should be no fail
FIRST !
A WRONG Troll.
As opposed to what other kind of troll?
To right trolls…but they’re only a myth so i doubt they exist…
like the paradoxosaur?
Been there, done that. It gets old shouting “FIRST” every time I have an opportunity to do so. Once or twice is good enough for me.
And never is more than good enough for others.
I do not feel at home on the range.
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FoilBlog?
(heh … I’m en garde after my foiled comment on the Garden of Eden.) VVV
Now there’s a rapier wit!
touché.
The thrust of your riposte was not lost, however.
You will epeé for that!
You’re a good sport — there’s pleasure in a little swordplay with a cutelass.
A little one-on-one with a nice broadsword?
… Bastard (Sword)…
i’ve always wondered why it’s called that.
I think nobody is going to sit there, expert range or not…
Im not going to sit there…
*sits*
It’s perfectly safe to sit there if I’m shooting. There’s no way I’m going to get even THAT close to hitting the target.
now aiming for our Target contribution
Stay on target… stay on target…
Bench is 6 feet from the target.
Final destination is 6 feet under the ground.
Now testing target practice with machine guns and desert eagles.
*sitting on bench*
Ohhh shi….*bang*
Bench Shot WIN!!! Dang it! *shoots M-16 and bazookas* Ahh *dead*
At August 10, 2009 at 4:09 am Kamikaze Ninja says:
“Now testing target practice with machine guns and desert eagles.”
Both .50 cal., I presume?
Damn, I missed. Joe, can you bring me my arrow? Joe?
“The word ‘good’ has many meanings. For example, if Arthur were to shoot his friend Joe at a range of five hundred yards, I should call him a good shot, but not necessarily a good man.”
~ G. K. Chesterton, mostly
Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.
–Charlie Chaplin
(that bench could use an important safety arrow tip)
It is better to laugh when nothing is funny than to cry when nothing is sad.
*Holds up binoculars backwards*
Yes, that is better.
*welcomehomesqueeze*
It’s actually the latest way to stop tramps sleeping on benches.
*eagerly awaits stories of the Arthur Hol-Eld-day. *
Heidelbergers use to much perfume. Maybe because stinking trash cans are everywhere on the streets?
NEVER drink “Heidelberg 1603″ beer.
Seven out of ten people in Heidelberg are tourists, two are US soldiers. All of them are using to much perfume, too. Solidarity? When in Heidelrome…? I don’t know.
The town is so cute that I wanted to cuddle everyone there. Might have lead to problems so I didn’t.
Philosophers have amazing stamina. Why else would a narrow road up and down through the mountains be called “Philosophenweg”?
They don’t really have crimes. Even though that must have been different back in the days, because their huge castle was destroyed. Still looks kinda cool.
(Come to MySpace and you can see my pictures! Well, some of them.)
Oh, I forgot: On the entrance of the US barracks there is a Reichs-eagle (Nazi stuff) which had a swastika in its claws. Now it’s still there and sits on the emblem of the US-Army unit…
*rofl*
That was a unique postcard.
Damn, I don’t have a myspace account.
I hear you about perfume. I don’t like it, unless it is very subtle. It may be partly because my father is chemically sensitive, and perfumes make him very sick. Even a little perfume. So he avoids public places, because he might run into somebody with perfume, or somebody who used perfumed fabric softener in their laundry, or used scented soap or shampoo, etc. Perfumes are everywhere, and most use some pretty nasty chemicals.
Great to see you back on the blog, Arthur!
*squeeze*
Thanks! *squeeze*
The over-perfumation was really strange there. We ran into clouds of perfume every five steps and it didn’t matter if the people were male or female. Toooooo much, all the time. Back in Hamburg we tried to find out if perfume is the new soap and nobody told us. No.
Get an account! You’ll find many Failbloggers there. Another opportunity to spend hours without being productive!
Welcome back Arthur! Beautiful pictures. I could actually smell the perfume through them.
And seriously, Brewski, Myspace is free. Come join us.
Thanks! *squeeze*
Those are some amazing pictures you took Arthur
Looks like you had a fantastic time
Destruction has a beauty all of it’s own, especially when nature tries to reclaim the materials and covers the ruins in foliage. You chose an excellent looking place to go adventuring.
Thank you! It was really nice and the weather was great too. Exremly hot, though.
Yes, the castle was beautiful – and huge! As a northerner I’m not used to seeing castles and all that. Fascinating. The whole …what’s the diminuitive of city?… was beautiful, old and not destroyed in WW2. Pretty much a postcard.
Oddly enough, as a Northerner I am used to gallavanting in ruined castles and abbeys
Hahahahaha.
It does look very much like a living postcard, that’s a perfect description.
I would have loved that as a child! But for whatever reason there are no castles that I know of in or around Hamburg. We saw at least five around Heidelberg!
*goodtobebacksqueeze*
So barbwire on the bench is old school?
Here they generally make bus-stop benches so uncomfortable and at odd angles you can’t even sit on them, let alone lie down to sleep!
Passive injury causing is old school. We need to be pro-active, not re-active!
Maybe we could hire a professional dodgeball player to smack each person w/ a ball as they step off the bus.
Ouch!
Um . . . that was supposed to be a reply to “It’s actually the latest way to stop tramps sleeping on benches.”
I bet they play soccer there …
ht tp://failblog.org/2008/07/27/soccer-fail/
Submitted by Dragonwriter! W00T!
Please shoot soberly in Moberly.
William Tell Campgrounds.
There’s no apple tree…
Then, pray tell, who will make a rousing overture to Eve?
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Someone well-versed in horticulture. If he fails, we can rib him about it later.
lol … my reply missed it’s mark VV …
now I’m sure to be the target of a tease
You can be the benchmark for failure. Around here, it’s considered an honor.
I aim to be a gentleman — I’ll accept the offer of your honor.
Or maybe like the victim of v’s?
More like the victim of zz’s … if we’re talking like a soporific Zorro, rather than the adamantine Lone Ranger.
That’s it, your on the bench!
Better than in the barrell
It’s not Wednesday!
*hides in the galley*
On August 10, 2009 at 4:27 am fuzz on the temptation says:
Then, pray tell, who will make a rousing overture to Eve?
.
(No wonder they call it the lonely range.)
Have you considered buying it a new oven to keep it company?
Sounds like he should set his sights on a well-cultured lady of the Eve.
Let’s hope his aim is true, and the pearls go around her neck.
That would make for a charming Adam’s apple, indeed.
That’s just so wrong………
I mean, you’d never mix IFAA Field and Hunter faces on the same target boss!
)
target practice
xD
Hopefully the archer has good aim.
*drunk archer comes by*
I’ll *hiccup* try to get a bull..bullseye now let me aim and I’ll fire the *hiccup* arrow.
What do you think will happen? (I’m asking everyone who has a suggestion)
He shot his foot.
HOLY CRAP HE HAS A ROCKET LAUNCHER AND HE IS STILL DRUNK!!!!!
RRRRUUUUUNNNNN!!!!!!!
Will somebody save us!
Why will no one save us?
Suicide WIN
Suicide? To do that, you’d have to be using a razor-sharp boomerang for target practice.
Perhaps an assisted suicide win.
Perhaps a hemlock’d target society practice.
Live ammunition is for wusses, we have live targets!
Live ammunition with live targets, surely?
*loads a live potato into potato gun*
*aims*
*loads carrot rifle*
*finds the target*
*aims*
*fires a carrot*
*consoles carrot*
There there, we’ll get you a new job soon so you can support Mrs Carrot and all the baby carrots.
I’m sorry, but I needed to cut one carrot off for the company’s money loss.
The most dangerous game.
The ammunition is alive Oh Noes!:shock:
Dancing Dollies EXREME!
*sees the T*
*pours the tea*
*happybackfromholidaysqueezes*
*hits golfball of T*
*nicelytannedandrelaxedsqueeze*
*view this all on the v of t*
*howwaseverythingsqueeze*
Are you skirting around the issue?
I could just sream…. or sew it seams.
I thought I may be imagining things, but found this web address that confirms there was such a game.
Nice to know mine wasn’t the only school where actively trying to injure each other was an organised game.
(clicky)
!magine my distress at getting moderated
I guess I didn’t dodge that one too well. *sigh*
Even Ninjas need to sit occasionally, catching arrows is hard work!
Here. Sit down my dear love…
Look how expert shooter I am
I dont know if I have good aim or not.
I’ll try *hits a man’s hat with an arrow*.
I just missed it.
Hey you two, on the bench. Ya you, would you two mind putting some apples on your heads? Thank you.
You don’t have any. I’ll let you have mine.
How do you like them apples?
They are delicious.
Bullseye!
*Literaly hits a bull’s eye and the bull chases him*
AAHHHHH!!!! RRRRUUUUUNNNN!!!!!!!
The shed! It’s is coming right for us!
OH NOES!!!!!
“Message for you, sir…”
buba® thinks this is cool to have installed a bench near the target, so that spectators (generally wifes and children) can see the impact closer.
OMG! That’s my hometown. Extra fail!
Anybody who has used the archery range at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco would simply think of this as normal.
Failblog has warped my mind so hard tat I saw two circular things (the targets) at the end of a long thing (the bench) and….well, you know what I thought of.
I didn’t make sense, but at the time I’d yet to realize what the circles rally were, so it was all I could think of. It’s late okay. GET OFF MY BACK
Wow. That really is a fail. The targets belong a few feet further to the left.
Failblog fail once again. the bench in question here is not a bench people sit on, it is a bench you place soft targets on and shoot arrows at
“soft targets” = plump people?
uh oh…. that’s only a couple of miles from where I live. sigh….
Oh, that bench has had some action.
So that’s what my mom meant when she told me “you’re not fat, you’re just a soft target”
(yelling) SO ANYWAY, I– I SAID I– WOULD SOMEBODY TURN THIS THING OFF?!?!
Go on Emo kids… go rest
*wonders how many dead-beats like to sit there*
bad park design.
Ready… aim… FIRE!!!