The BF and I went out for his birthday last night with his friend Chris. She told us she was contacted by the Madison Police Department who want to rent a building she owns for training exercises. If she agrees, she and some others can watch the exercises or maybe participate as hostages. Oh man, I so want to be a hostage! I would contract a case of the Stockholm Syndrome so fast it’d make your head spin! Chuck me in a closet and call me Tania!
Ask to be flashbanged!
what does flashbanged mean?
Way cool! I was a witness in a law student’s fake case class. I played the shrink. It was great!
Only my boyfriend is allowed to flashbang me.
There’s a type of concussion grenade that does not create shrapnel but instead have a huge noise (bang) and a bright light (flash). Hence, flashbang.
That just doesn’t sound right. 
I am getting flashbacked here. But just to the days when I was still playing counterstrike, heh.
Sounds cool, though, Otto. I’d want to be a hostage in that case as well 
It wasn’t ment to sound right
Timing and oppertunity in one.
Tonight’s the night! The exercise starts at 7:00 this evening. I need to call the officer in charge today to find out the details.
Make sure to shout “PWN3D!” and “OMFG!!! AWP WHORE!!!” or it’s not a real counter-terrorist exercise.
You know, some days you just really want to be flashbanged.
I don’t get to be taken hostage. Words can not express the depths of my disappointment.
The officer in charge returned my call to let me know that his scenario is already “built” and he has all the hostages he needs. Damn. On the bright side, however, he says that if I get there early enough he can give me an orange vest and I can work crowd control. I look so good in orange, how can I say no?
Now if only I can find a Symbionese Liberation Army shirt on short notice. I’m pretty sure I can get ahold of a beret…
“Flashbang” - great, now I have that stupid song in my head.
“What a feeling!”
First when there’s nothing but a slow glowing dream…
That your fear seems to hide deep inside you mind…
All alone I have cried silent tears
Full of pride in a world made of steel, made of stone…