Owning a gun no more makes you a gunslinger than owning a guitar makes you a musician. Practice, practice, practice.
This is my rifle, this is my guitar.
This is for fighting, this one I strum.
The rest of the band was on flight 17.
Nashville, post-apocalypse.
Winner!
He he he
and here we catch a glimpse of Chihuahua’s deadliest mariachi…
Oh wow a level three warrior bard!!! Those are rarely seen in the wild due to their high mortality rate and over zealous trainers evolving them into a warrior mage.
War struck a chord with this man, so he struck a few cords back.
Winning Hearts and Minds
AK and the Axeman
A level 24 Islamabard has joined your party…
I LOLed.
An axe in his hands and a gun slung on his back…this guy is on top of the world.
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard; one faithful harp shall praise thee.
the Armed Intelligentsia strikes again….
As soon as I get those pesky Israelis to drop their guard with my soothing music, I’ll whip this AK into action!
Playing at the local Zombie dive bar.
Desperado III movie poster
Does anyone really NEED an assault guitar?
Suspect is wanted for Lacey Act violations. Last seen open carrying an illegal rosewood Gibson guitar.
Currently selected class: Combat Bard.
Do the walk, do the walk of life
I’m walking my street with my heat!
Military classification of minstrel 1st class…
“How many roads must a man walk down,
before they call him a man?”
Speak softly, and carry a big stick.
Deliverance: Nuevo Laredo Edition
Twang and Bang
“There’s a man coming round taking names…”
Play softly and carry a boom stick.
The Pied Piper of Chicago!
Antonio Banderas found more time to pursue his hobbies after splitting with Melanie Griffith.
As I wander out
on the streets of Luhansk
Strumming my guitar
my AK on my back
Silly, it’s summertime. Trolling for zombies.
When Bucho’s dead… it’s over. He is the last one.
I lost every friend I ever had…’cept my gee-tar, Old Grandad, and AK.
Rule #32: Enjoy the little things.
“Puff, the Magic Dragon’s, strafing for me….”
..you can run, but you’ll just die tired.
‘MURICA!
Mom: “Don’t take your guns to town son, don’t take your guns to town.”
Son: “Oh mom! All the other kids are taking their AK’s!”
I will play the tune of peace or the tune of defense but it is your decision.
Dude, where are my spare magazines?
Yin and Yang, light and dark. masculine and feminine. peace and war, love and hate, guitar and AK; life is about harmonizing the opposites.
But can he Rock and Roll?
I’m a simple… kinda man…
I’m looking for my father Roland, he was a Thompson gunner…
THIS IS MY GUITAR! I CANNOT PLAY MUSIC WITHOUT MY GUITAR! MY GUITAR CANNOT PLAY MUSIC WITHOUT ME!
Dan “Acoustic Warrior” Hicks struts his stuff in a Baghdad neighborhood.
The AK-47… when you have to kill every *****er in the room… and give yourself a wedgie.
A lone guitarist protests Obama’s Kalashnikov ban
Yousuf finally figured out a way to silence the hecklers as he struggled to learn to play the guitar.
In bygone days, the Bard could walk untouched through any battle, chronicling for posterity the greatness of both sides.
Alas, these days noone is a noncombatant.
Three Chords…..and The Truth!
This Machines kill facist.
Hmmm never knew anyone that cosplayed Roland of Gilead… the gun’s wrong but hey give him an E for effort.
Is member of Kalashnikov company band. Music so bad, sometimes audience shoot at us, so we always ready to shoot back. Welcome to Mother Russia. Have a nice day.
…and we were singing,
bye, bye Mr. Taliban guy.
drove my Hi-Lux to the levy,
but the levy was dry…
…and Akbar was looking for Preds in the sky,
singing this may be the day that I die…
Happiness is a warm gun
( bang bang shoot shoot )
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(bang bang shoot shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (oh yes)
When I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes)
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because
happiness is a warm gun, momma
Happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
Happiness is a warm, yes it is…
Gun!
Well don’t ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? (yeah)
The Minstrel’s Son is Gone to War
All I’ve got is a red guitar, three chords, and The Truth About Guns.
(Apologies to Bob Dylan)
Kumbaya Allah, Kumbaya….
“I only need three mags, a red guitar and the truth”.
Let me play you the song of my people. AK.. AK.. AK.. AK.. AK.. AK.. AK…
All we are saying
Is give peace a…BLAM BLAM BLAM!!!
“Mr. Nugent. There’s a young man outside who says he wants you to adopt him.”
When I hold an AK in my hands, I get feels I don’t understand, man
Feels like pop, pop, like chop, chop
This bitch just never jams
it does what I demand
There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word
Hey, hey
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin’ falsely now
The hour’s getting late, hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix
I got your duel right here you banjo picking inbred
When music, the international language, fails to get the point across, always have a plan B.
All we are saaaay-in’ is give peace a chance.
All we are saaaay-in’ is give piece a chance.
“Got them “Obama banned imports of Kalashnikovs and cheap Russki ammo” blues… Wo, wo, wo”
I got no funny quote but I will tell the guy in the picture that he is an idiot. You don’t walk in the middle of the street in a war torn country (which I presume it is by the scenery and him OCing a rifle), also you don’t move in a city during daytime in situations like that. Seriously, in Bosnia in 92-95 he would be dead within minutes.
I am not a keyboard commando/survivor, my parents and my neighbourhood survived 4 years of war and they taught me a lot.
Having expended the last of his x39 ammo, he reached into his trusty guitar case for his Tommy Gun, but to his surprise…..
Yeah, it’s just some retard desperately trying to look cool in front of a camera. I doubt he can even play guitar…… it would be: PLING – PLANG – PLING PLING- PLANG.
“Bernado, having run out of ammo, grabbed his guitar. He knew he would never ran out of tunes.”
“Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word….”
Rockabilly makes inroads in the oh so important 18-25 demo in the Mideast
“I will open the show for this…Miley Cyprus. But I am not Blurred Lines man. If she tries to twerk on me – it will go badly.”
Johnny was a real musician, and he REALLY hated karaoke night at the club.
In Syria, as in the United States, artists still have to defend themselves from hecklers. They just do so more effectively.
“Make love, not war… Just in case, have a backup plan.”
About as much situational awareness as a sitting duck.
Party in the front, business in the back.
“Set up tripod….strap rifle to back… take picture of myself holding guitar that I can’t play to save my life….post picture to internet…… Damn, I’m soooo cool!“
Just another day in Motown.
being from Motown I spit out my coffee and LMAO when i read this
Cum ba ya
For the love of God, spellcheck.
Dang it. I am laughing so freeking hard
Ohh today sucked so much before this. Thank you TTAG for cheering up my day.
In soviet Russia, guitar plays you!
Jon Bon wannabee.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRvCvsRp5ho
What does this video have to do with the topic at hand?
I think you are supposed to imagine the guy walking down the street singing this song. Which if he were doing that, would be kind of funny.
I’d meant to post basically the same thing.
A famous line from the above song is…
I walk these streets
A loaded 6-string on my back
Can’t imagine anyone anywhere near my age thinking of anything else on this one.
It was that or this, but the Bon Jovi song seemed to fit a little better.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubgwVwK0SPg
Owning a gun no more makes you a gunslinger than owning a guitar makes you a musician. Practice, practice, practice.
This is my rifle, this is my guitar.
This is for fighting, this one I strum.
The rest of the band was on flight 17.
Nashville, post-apocalypse.
Winner!
He he he
and here we catch a glimpse of Chihuahua’s deadliest mariachi…
Oh wow a level three warrior bard!!! Those are rarely seen in the wild due to their high mortality rate and over zealous trainers evolving them into a warrior mage.
War struck a chord with this man, so he struck a few cords back.
Winning Hearts and Minds
AK and the Axeman
A level 24 Islamabard has joined your party…
I LOLed.
An axe in his hands and a gun slung on his back…this guy is on top of the world.
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard; one faithful harp shall praise thee.
the Armed Intelligentsia strikes again….
As soon as I get those pesky Israelis to drop their guard with my soothing music, I’ll whip this AK into action!
Playing at the local Zombie dive bar.
Desperado III movie poster
Does anyone really NEED an assault guitar?
Suspect is wanted for Lacey Act violations. Last seen open carrying an illegal rosewood Gibson guitar.
Currently selected class: Combat Bard.
Do the walk, do the walk of life
I’m walking my street with my heat!
Military classification of minstrel 1st class…
“How many roads must a man walk down,
before they call him a man?”
Speak softly, and carry a big stick.
Deliverance: Nuevo Laredo Edition
Twang and Bang
“There’s a man coming round taking names…”
Play softly and carry a boom stick.
The Pied Piper of Chicago!
Antonio Banderas found more time to pursue his hobbies after splitting with Melanie Griffith.
As I wander out
on the streets of Luhansk
Strumming my guitar
my AK on my back
Silly, it’s summertime. Trolling for zombies.
When Bucho’s dead… it’s over. He is the last one.
I lost every friend I ever had…’cept my gee-tar, Old Grandad, and AK.
Rule #32: Enjoy the little things.
“Puff, the Magic Dragon’s, strafing for me….”
..you can run, but you’ll just die tired.
‘MURICA!
Mom: “Don’t take your guns to town son, don’t take your guns to town.”
Son: “Oh mom! All the other kids are taking their AK’s!”
I will play the tune of peace or the tune of defense but it is your decision.
Dude, where are my spare magazines?
Yin and Yang, light and dark. masculine and feminine. peace and war, love and hate, guitar and AK; life is about harmonizing the opposites.
But can he Rock and Roll?
I’m a simple… kinda man…
I’m looking for my father Roland, he was a Thompson gunner…
THIS IS MY GUITAR! I CANNOT PLAY MUSIC WITHOUT MY GUITAR! MY GUITAR CANNOT PLAY MUSIC WITHOUT ME!
Dan “Acoustic Warrior” Hicks struts his stuff in a Baghdad neighborhood.
The AK-47… when you have to kill every *****er in the room… and give yourself a wedgie.
A lone guitarist protests Obama’s Kalashnikov ban
Yousuf finally figured out a way to silence the hecklers as he struggled to learn to play the guitar.
In bygone days, the Bard could walk untouched through any battle, chronicling for posterity the greatness of both sides.
Alas, these days noone is a noncombatant.
Three Chords…..and The Truth!
This Machines kill facist.
Hmmm never knew anyone that cosplayed Roland of Gilead… the gun’s wrong but hey give him an E for effort.
Is member of Kalashnikov company band. Music so bad, sometimes audience shoot at us, so we always ready to shoot back. Welcome to Mother Russia. Have a nice day.
…and we were singing,
bye, bye Mr. Taliban guy.
drove my Hi-Lux to the levy,
but the levy was dry…
…and Akbar was looking for Preds in the sky,
singing this may be the day that I die…
Happiness is a warm gun
( bang bang shoot shoot )
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is
(bang bang shoot shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (oh yes)
When I feel my finger on your trigger (oh yes)
I know nobody can do me no harm
Because
happiness is a warm gun, momma
Happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
Happiness is a warm, yes it is…
Gun!
Well don’t ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma? (yeah)
The Minstrel’s Son is Gone to War
All I’ve got is a red guitar, three chords, and The Truth About Guns.
(Apologies to Bob Dylan)
Kumbaya Allah, Kumbaya….
“I only need three mags, a red guitar and the truth”.
Let me play you the song of my people. AK.. AK.. AK.. AK.. AK.. AK.. AK…
All we are saying
Is give peace a…BLAM BLAM BLAM!!!
“Mr. Nugent. There’s a young man outside who says he wants you to adopt him.”
When I hold an AK in my hands, I get feels I don’t understand, man
Feels like pop, pop, like chop, chop
This bitch just never jams
it does what I demand
There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word
Hey, hey
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin’ falsely now
The hour’s getting late, hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
All Along the Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix
I got your duel right here you banjo picking inbred
When music, the international language, fails to get the point across, always have a plan B.
All we are saaaay-in’ is give peace a chance.
All we are saaaay-in’ is give piece a chance.
“Got them “Obama banned imports of Kalashnikovs and cheap Russki ammo” blues… Wo, wo, wo”
I got no funny quote but I will tell the guy in the picture that he is an idiot. You don’t walk in the middle of the street in a war torn country (which I presume it is by the scenery and him OCing a rifle), also you don’t move in a city during daytime in situations like that. Seriously, in Bosnia in 92-95 he would be dead within minutes.
I am not a keyboard commando/survivor, my parents and my neighbourhood survived 4 years of war and they taught me a lot.
Having expended the last of his x39 ammo, he reached into his trusty guitar case for his Tommy Gun, but to his surprise…..
Yeah, it’s just some retard desperately trying to look cool in front of a camera. I doubt he can even play guitar…… it would be: PLING – PLANG – PLING PLING- PLANG.
“Bernado, having run out of ammo, grabbed his guitar. He knew he would never ran out of tunes.”
“Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard, a discouraging word….”
Rockabilly makes inroads in the oh so important 18-25 demo in the Mideast
“I will open the show for this…Miley Cyprus. But I am not Blurred Lines man. If she tries to twerk on me – it will go badly.”
Johnny was a real musician, and he REALLY hated karaoke night at the club.
In Syria, as in the United States, artists still have to defend themselves from hecklers. They just do so more effectively.
“Make love, not war… Just in case, have a backup plan.”
About as much situational awareness as a sitting duck.
Party in the front, business in the back.
“Set up tripod….strap rifle to back… take picture of myself holding guitar that I can’t play to save my life….post picture to internet…… Damn, I’m soooo cool!“
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