Monty by Jim Meddick for June 29, 2023

Close enough.

It’s going to be an audio assault.

“Amphibious assault?”

“No. Backyard barbecue.”

“Ah. NAPALM then….”

… then something for defense against neighboring … uh … neighbors.

Like those libtard vegetarians in Australia- trying to get their neighbors arrested for BBQing meat

Both being alliterative today.

The fireworks guy is planning on making a bundle with this sale.

Don’t like fireworks. Just reading this gives me the creeps.

“Fragmenting Roman Candles, then”

There’s a cohort of we male readers who can relate to this salesman, a retired senior sergeant with a CIB who never really left the army, it’s funny to see him so perfectly lampooned. Thanks for your service, Sarge, we knew you well.

TNT for the BBQ.

At least EB can set this stuff off safely, right? :)

If this had been a vintage strip, “aerial support” would’ve involved merely planes or helicopters, but now we’ve got semi-autonomous drones.

I think this guy still remember too much his previous job.

With the armaments Monty is acquiring, along with his native, um, non-ability, bratwurst ain’t the only thing that’s gonna be cookin’ at the bbq.

Sometimes you never leave the service. Other times you get tossed out for excessive roughness.

The leatherneck relives his fantasies with every sale.

No barbecue, Son! You’re having an amphibious assault on Neightbor Parker’s Pool!