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The Chronicles of JayT

I just woke up from a nightmare. I was off in the Amazon rainforest somewhere, wrestling a child from the grip of a 30 ft. Anaconda while piranhas went to work on my shins and ankles like buzzsaws. Paying no mind to the pain, I managed to save the child. So far everything is going right, but then it happened. I went to say my goodbyes with a village sized load of microwave hot dogs when I realized that I had no hot dogs. How could this be? Thank God I woke up. That was scary.
 
Last I heard... NINJA stood for:
No Income No Job or Assets.

Hot Dog Ninja... maybe this really means he IS a super hero.... not caring about monetary gains...just JUSTICE.

Kick Ass!

I hope JT has a good costume, sans cape, in hand.

"Shut up Crime."
 
Well, "Ninja Dawg" sounds to me like something you'd eat, and JayT, well....

er....

um.....

:confused:






.... I might eat that.... :D
 
Cold rain slashed the deck as icy winds tortured the souls of the men on deck. The heavy seas threw the ship in every direction making it impossible to stay afoot and threatened to dash it with all hands to the bottom. P2K had lashed himself to the helm and fought to keep her headed into the wind which was near impossible. The smell of whiskey and stale tobacco passed through the air as the Captain came on deck and fought his way to the window at the front of the room. “Lieutenant, how are we holding up?” The Lieutenant looked into the Captains eyes, “The pumps are barely able to keep up with the water we’re taking on.” He said, the acrid smell of puke hitting the Captain full on. “We can hardly keep it in the wind and any second I expect a rouge wave is going to sink us.” The Captain looked from him to Paul then back, “Nothing good to report?” “Yes sir, there’s a fresh pot of coffee.” The Captain smiled just as the deck left them all in midair and falling.

The Executive Officer was in the CIC looking at a weather report that had just come in. “SHIT! Just can’t catch a break. All right men, strap in tight we’re not going to be out of this any time soon.” “XO, contact bearing 180” the Sonar Tech yelled out over the storm and a few seconds later “TORPEDO!” “What?” the XO yelled, “Bull Shi, they couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn in these seas.” A quick listen at the phone and the high pitched whine of a torpedo propeller told him different. He grabbed the microphone “Conn, XO, torpedo” The Captain looked at Paul and had him turn into it to present a smaller target and push the battered ship to flank. Great, thought the Captain, as if this weather isn’t enough, how the hell are we going to fight a f’in sub and a bight light burst in through the windows. At first they thought that a missile had been launched. But slowly they started to realize that the seas were settling down and the sky was clearing. The Captain looked at the Lieutenant and then at Paul and jumped when there came a knock at the starboard hatch. The door slowly opened and around it came the smiling face of JayT a tray of fresh hot microwave hot dogs in hand and a backpack full of ice cold Dr Pepper. Here you go gentlemen, refresh yourselves then get after that sub. When your ready I’ll show exactly where he is. And suddenly there were fresh hot dogs in the hand of every sailor on board. When they had eaten their fill JayT using nothing more than his aura of awsomeness willed the sub to the surface and with a couple of rounds from the ships main guns sent it to the bottom for one last and final time. The Captain turned to JayT and Saluted him. JayT returned it with a 2 fingered salute of his own, smiled winked at Paul and flew off into the sunset.

True Story, just ask P2K.....
 
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