Awesome.  Totally awesome!




ETA- Add some Heinekin for looter bait and it's perfect.

All right, I'll be the one to ask what might be a stupid question. Every thing else I understand, but what the hell is the tape measure for?? (measuring the size of bagged looters?)

Quoted:Add some Heinekin for looter bait and it's perfect.

Quoted: All right, I'll be the one to ask what might be a stupid question. Every thing else I understand, but what the hell is the tape measure for?? (measuring the size of bagged looters?)

Dude, September 2001 and you ask this? Turn in your ARFCOM card please...

Quoted: All right, I'll be the one to ask what might be a stupid question. Every thing else I understand, but what the hell is the tape measure for?? (measuring the size of bagged looters?)

First Rule is: YOU DO NOT ASK QUESTIONS!

Brilliant!

How old are those MRE's?

I happen to have a few. Still good?

Danny

Simply a 10.

Soon to be an ARFCOM classic.

Bravo! Excellent!

-1.  No stapler.  


Still, the best dinner pic ever!

Quoted: Simply a 10.

So the Glock is a 10mm?

Danny

Quoted: -1.  No stapler.   Still, the best dinner pic ever!

No, he had one, but it blew away.


Great pic!

Love those SHTF curtains...

Very good, but the cell phone may be dead weight for a while.

Quoted: Quoted:Add some Heinekin for looter bait and it's perfect.

Seriously, try to have a warm meal of generous proportions before you lose power, nice AR BTW....

9.5, no napkin required in SHTF scenarios.

9.5

-.5 for no hot sauce. Survival size bottles are cheap.

Rob

Quoted: 9.5 -.5 for no hot sauce. Survival size bottles are cheap. Rob

IIRC, those MRE's have them.

Danny

alcohol???

Tobacco:  check!@

Firearms:  Check!  In spades!

Explosives.......probably a good idea to stay out of the shot.


Extra points for the MREs.

Quoted: How old are those MRE's? I happen to have a few. Still good? Danny

Roughly a year old. Still good.

Quoted: Love those SHTF curtains...

It's Bush's fault.

Quoted: Quoted: Simply a 10. So the Glock is a 10mm? Danny

Could be...What model Glock????please

Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Simply a 10. So the Glock is a 10mm? Danny Could be...What model Glock????please

G31 .357sig

I still give the pic a 10

- .5 for no ashtray

9.5

The pic gets an automatic ten due to SHTF points. Anyone hardcore enough to still be posting dinner pics during a SHTF event should get an automatic ten in my humble opinion.  Oh and two more additional points for the tactical lace tablecloth.

Right after Katrina we had to go into NO. I said we should bring some candy bars and nylon stockings. Those younger guys did not get it.

dep4532 got to give ya a 10 bro! A: your a Texan B: i like your ar!
Stay Safe!
K.S.

Awesome. Perfect 10!

Keep safe.

Perfect....none better!

Quoted: Right after Katrina we had to go into NO. I said we should bring some candy bars and nylon stockings. Those younger guys did not get it.

I guess I'm young.

Quoted: Quoted: Right after Katrina we had to go into NO. I said we should bring some candy bars and nylon stockings. Those younger guys did not get it. I guess I'm young.

WWII, American GI's and European girls + Chocolate + nylon stocking = pie !

- 10!   In a true SHTF situation you must also have TP!!!!!

Don't you remember the MRE story???????????

archive.ar15.com/forums/topic.html?b=1&f=5&t=319669

I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to “Cook her something she’s never had before” for dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten.

I got out my trusty case of MRE’s. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories. Here’s what I made:

I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauteed in shaved garlic and olive oil.

In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.

When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese (kinda like velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingys from one of my spice cans (hey, if it’s got green sprinkly thingys on it, it looks fancy right?)

For dessert I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed ‘em up, added five packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voila--Ranger Pudding.

For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named “Military Special"--it sells for $4.35 per fifth) and mixed in four packets of “Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored” (I swear, the packet says that). It looked like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I guess… could’ve been leftover sand from Egypt).

I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that shat is farking EXPENSIVE… my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine decanter.

She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the food, and said “This looks INCREDIBLE!!!”

We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked at the makeshift “wine” I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.

At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with delight at the “Chocolate mousse” I had made. Huh? Chocolate what? Okay… yeah… it’s Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make… yup.

Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself “uh oh” and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay.

Let the games begin.

She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange scent. Yup. The Army even makes smellgood) and returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look.

After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second time. I could hear her say “What the hell is WRONG with me???,” as she again send flatulent shockwaves into the porcelain bowl. This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener.

Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn’t come out for 30 minutes.

I turned the movie up because I didn’t want her to hear me laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks. She came out with a slightly gray palor to her face, and said “I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed, I can’t believe I keep running to your bathroom!!” I gave her an Immodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed.

Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can. After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of “Army food” she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said “I ate 9,000 calories or dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?” After I
concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word. She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn’t shate for 3 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food beforehand.

It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually, and said that that was the first time she’d ever crapped in a guy’s house on a date. She’d been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in tears on the couch.

I know, I’m an azzhole, but it was still a funny night.

Quoted: - 10!   In a true SHTF situation you must also have TP!!!!! Don't you remember the MRE story??????????? archive.ar15.com/forums/topic.html?b=1&f=5&t=319669 I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to “Cook her something she’s never had before” for dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten. I got out my trusty case of MRE’s. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories. Here’s what I made: I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauteed in shaved garlic and olive oil. In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees. When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese (kinda like velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingys from one of my spice cans (hey, if it’s got green sprinkly thingys on it, it looks fancy right?) For dessert I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed ‘em up, added five packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voila--Ranger Pudding. For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named “Military Special"--it sells for $4.35 per fifth) and mixed in four packets of “Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored” (I swear, the packet says that). It looked like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I guess… could’ve been leftover sand from Egypt). I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that shat is farking EXPENSIVE… my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine decanter. She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the food, and said “This looks INCREDIBLE!!!” We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked at the makeshift “wine” I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner. At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with delight at the “Chocolate mousse” I had made. Huh? Chocolate what? Okay… yeah… it’s Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make… yup. Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself “uh oh” and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay. Let the games begin. She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange scent. Yup. The Army even makes smellgood) and returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look. After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second time. I could hear her say “What the hell is WRONG with me???,” as she again send flatulent shockwaves into the porcelain bowl. This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener. Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn’t come out for 30 minutes. I turned the movie up because I didn’t want her to hear me laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks. She came out with a slightly gray palor to her face, and said “I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed, I can’t believe I keep running to your bathroom!!” I gave her an Immodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed. Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can. After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of “Army food” she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said “I ate 9,000 calories or dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?” After I concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word. She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn’t shate for 3 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food beforehand. It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually, and said that that was the first time she’d ever crapped in a guy’s house on a date. She’d been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in tears on the couch. I know, I’m an azzhole, but it was still a funny night.

Great story.

The MRE's come with (a small amount of) TP. Can I have my 10 pts back?

Ok so you get back 5 points.    I just know that around here all the sheep buy for a storm is:

beer
tastycakes
toilet paper

I was expecting you to post a huge stack of TP.

Quoted: Ok so you get back 5 points.    I just know that around here all the sheep buy for a storm is: beer tastycakes toilet paper I was expecting you to post a huge stack of TP.

5 pts...deal!

No sheep in this house!

it's the immodium that made her unable to shit.  Only take half a pill to close most people up for 24 hours.

I'll knock 1 pt for the MRE not actually open with a plastic spoon sticking out of it so you get a 9

GET SOME!!!!!!!!!

You call that rolled up paper in MRE's toilet paper?

Have you ever tried wiping ANYTHING with that stuff?  
Much less your ass?

Its hard to believe they even waste the time to include that in the bags.

 I give you a 9.5.
(minus .5 for not boarding up your windows).


eta
Nice Benchmade.
Is that a 40 round mag?

You'll last about 3 days.

Try again....

I believe I'm still to new at the ar15.com game to rate your  dinner pic, so all I'll say is your "disaster" dinner pic needs  - MORE AMM0-


By the way, very cool pic.!

Should have purchased a case(60 cartons) of cheap smokes to use as currency in the aftermath.

Quoted: You call that rolled up paper in MRE's toilet paper? Have you ever tried wiping ANYTHING with that stuff?   Much less your ass? Its hard to believe they even waste the time to include that in the bags.  I give you a 9.5. (minus .5 for not boarding up your windows). eta Nice Benchmade. Is that a 40 round mag?

You know the trick about folding the little piece of TP, then tearing off the corner...right?

Good eye on the Benchmade. It was leaning up, but fell over just before I took the pic.

Nope...30rd.

Quoted: I believe I'm still to new at the ar15.com game to rate your  dinner pic, so all I'll say is your "disaster" dinner pic needs  - MORE AMM0- By the way, very cool pic.!

Hell, there's more ammo in the pic than anything else. 1,200+ rds of 5.56/.223.

Quoted: You'll last about a week. Try again....

Fixed it for ya'

On Surf's post.

Danny