Sunday, October 28, 2007

Gabby Likes Tanks

Chip angry. He goes out this morning and says he is not coming back. Well, I say we see if that is true. He gets so angry because I changed the password to his blog and I tell him that it is my blog now. I already get two comments. Two. On a Sunday! Whoo! Mrs. Baroque says she's my friend so I make a friend too which I say only proves that people want more Gabby and less Chippy always talking about his thongs and his wobbly bits.

I tell this to Chip and I never see Chip look so red. Then he turned white. I don’t like Chip when he gets angry and it makes me angry too. So what if I change password to this blog? Has he a right to get angry because I give it new exciting name? You like 'Gabby's Arms Dump'? I think it good title because it says that I dump all my thoughts and ideas here. I’m not letting him back until he promises to be nice to Gabriel.

Now this is my blog you can all look forward to more excellent posts by yours truly, Gabby. You can call be Gab, Gabs, or Sergeant Gabriel, is what I called back home in Romania where I trained recruits in rifles and explosives. I also did knife training but they stop me when I accidentally cut head off soldier.

You can see picture? It is a T55 battle tank used by Soviet Army. It is my favourite tank although I never get to try American tanks.

Today's question. What is your favourite tank?

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

Tank top!!

Sorry about the space between this writing and the earlier bit, but that's to show I couldn't type for a while as I was laughing loudly and even accidentally spilled a little of my cocoa. Tank top! Sorry but it's very good. I don't know alot about tanks though.

m.a. said...

A tank(ard) of Ale!

Do tell Chippy, I miss him, Gabs.

Gabby said...

You real Brucie from TV? I love you Brucie. I want to strictly come dance with you. Chip doesn't like you and says some horrible things about you when you post but I say you lovely old man. I like older men. I like tanks too.

I don't understand tank top joke. You mean top tank? The T55 is a top tank. It most popular tank in world.

Gabby said...

Momentary Academic. You fancy Chip? You say you miss him and I think you come here not to see Gabby and her tank like nice Brucie.

Do you like Rambo? If you can tell me Rambo's first name, you can stay. I, on my way over to your blog and see what you say.

Anonymous said...

I am the real Bruce and literally physically couldn't tell a lie or my face would fall off.
I am surprised Chip doesn't like me as everyone loves me. You must be a wonderful person to put up with such a strange man. Tell Chip we'd love to have you both on the show dancing, but with clothes.

Tank top is something you wear instead of a tank to kill people with so it's quite a bit different which makes it so funny!

Gabby said...

You wear tank top in top tank? I think that sounds good. I have much to learn. I not in country long but already have top record and police record for carrying concealed weapon but it was not concealed because it bazooka.

Thank you for the invite. We will come on show and we wear clothes. How do we contact you? I have agent but they drunk most of time. Can I come to your house? I will show you my favorite knifes.

Big Chip Dale said...

Gabs, please let me in. I'm in town, at the internet cafe. You can call me on my mobile. Please stop this. You're showing yourself up and making a fool of me.

Ms Baroque said...

Chip, Chippy, are you there?

Gabs, I do kind of consider myself a friend of the family. I hate to think of Chippy feeling bad... but can you tell us what he's done?

I never had a thing for tanks - not even tank tops, I look better in camisoles. Although I quite like a fish tank. Like in "Romeo + Juliet." Love, not war, is the Baroque way...

Gabby said...

Dear Mrs Baroque,

War not love is also Romanian way. Glad we are the same there too.

What did Chippy do? He not let me post story about new Rambo film. Then he tells me he not like me playing with knife in bed and he kicks me out. I go straight to blog and change his password. Then he said I can't send you all chickens like I said I would. I have already chopped heads off. What is Gabby to do with twenty seven chickens? I can't make that much soup.

Big Chip Dale said...

Ms. Baroque, so sorry you have to see this. It's just a little misunderstanding. To be honest, I'm beginning to think if I shouldn't just let her have my way and abandon my literary pretensions. I wrote a ghost story yesterday that got no comments, but Gabby's rant about bloody tanks and Rambo is already up to 10.

m.a. said...

I don't miss him in THAT way, Gabs. He's all yours. I do miss reading his prose--not that yours isn't great!

Gabby said...

Well, that okay, but Gabby watching you now. But you saying that Gabby's prose not as good as Chip's? Gabby has top grade English from Romanian commando school. They say I know how to say 'Halt or I fire!' louder than anybody in class.

I like how all people love Gabby. Chip write stupid ghost story and nobody likes. I write about tanks which is what people want and everybody love Gabby!

James Higham said...

Gabby - big kisses but perhaps it's time to let the Chipster back in, much as we love your prose. And as for your tank top - I just melt away.

Uncle Dick Madeley said...

Chip, if you need a place to hang out, you're welcome at my blog. It's Romanian free and Judy will make you sandwiches.

Anonymous said...

Panzerkampfwagen VI Sdkfz 181, Tiger Tank. Lethal. In the Waffen SS the Germans had one of the deadliest fighting forces in modern warfare, and their equipment was generally superior to Allied gear.

Good job they invaded Russia.

Big Chip Dale said...

Damn it, Gabby. It's Sunday night and everywhere is closing. Let me back in! I'm at St. David's church.

CoirĂ­ FilĂ­ochta said...

Gabby. I too love tanks and violence. I am a six foot four billionaire looking for a girlfriend and as soon as i saw your photie, knew we are meant to get married and that i am to treat you to the material life. Sking in Banf, dinner with dave and vicky in LA, where i am now. Do you want me to have chip elimimated from our life darling? I know a very reasonably priced Bulgarian hit person, who owes me big time for the takeover bid i executed last week on NASA. Come, gabble with me, i want to gobble you up and take you to the moon next weekend in one of my shuttles. Chip, your flicked, sorry pal, but gabs just too classy, she deserves a real man, a man who can take her to the stars..