pop fly to McGillicutty posted:

Meat is meat

frankenfreak posted:

MY MEAT IS TANK

Male Tears posted:

chaosbreather posted:

after some googling the first one is actually just doing a weak self-reference.

Play posted:

i hate to point this out, seems like you guys are having fun in here, but that tank is clearly NOT made of meat wtf? am i the only one seeing the problem with this???

Mega64 posted:

It's a typo, it's actually supposed to be "Meet Tank" where you get to meet the tank by having it run over you.

frankenfreak posted:

MY MEAT IS TANK

numberoneposter posted:

im buying a cheap white motorcycle helmet and im going to stencil MEAT on the front of it

or HAM

Aardvark! posted:

mines gonna have GRAVY

Do it ironically posted:

Meat is gross

Loden Taylor posted:

Once, when Roger was a young boy, his father took him to an open day at Nellis AFB, out in the California desert. Sunlight glared brilliantly from the polished silverplate flanks of the meat tanks, sitting in their concrete-lined dispersal bays behind barriers and blinking meat thermometers. The brightly coloured streamers flying from their turrets lent them a strange, almost festive appearance. But they were sleeping nightmares: once awakened, nobody -- except the crew -- could come within a mile of the meat-powered tanks and live.

Looking at the gleaming, bulging pods bolted to their hulls, Roger had a premature inkling of the meat that waited within, a frigid terror that echoed the siren wail of the air raid warnings. He'd sucked nervously on his ice cream and gripped his father's hand tightly while the band ripped through a cheerful Sousa march, and only forgot his fear when a flock of Thunderchiefs sliced by overhead and rattled the car windows for miles around.

He has the same feeling now, as an adult reading this intelligence assessment, that he had as a child, watching the meat tanks sleeping in their concrete beds.