Did a little searching. That laptop lists for $4200. You can, of course, beat that, but still it’s going to be expensive for something that’s going to be semi-obsolete in a few years.
Cool, though.
That’s true. buttonjockey told me, and now I’m reporting in from “The Inner Realm”. We get lotsa virgins too.
Well, I was thinking of getting the Tactical Aggressor Parka, but maybe it’s not, well, quite agressive enough. Have they got a Strategic Aggressor Parka, by any chance?
Yes, but they’re tactical virgins with the new hybrid 3000denier nylon/kevlar hymen.
Since we’re tactical here, I have to ask…
Are we talking about virgins who haven’t gotten laid yet, or virgins who haven’t made their first kill yet?
Unlaid virgins. But you can’t have any unless you have a teflon penis.
I have a kevlar condom.
With an antipersonnel antimacassar?
Haven’t you heard of a tactical withdrawal?
Good thing I’m not drinking milk!
:o I actually used an old army poncho for a shower curtain. However, this wasn’t a tactical interior decorating decision - more of a decision to postpone buying a shower curtain.
I have tactical shelves in my office, but being all metal, they weak havcoc with my cell phone reception. Then again, being tactical shelves, perhaps that is what they are supposed to do.
Americans don’t pull out. We stay in there til the job is done! – George Carlin
You need an exit strategy.
“Did you hear that?” will often work.
Oh, I have that. Turn over on my back, smoke a cig, and fall asleep. When I awake, ignore her.
Works with countries as well as women. 
I have a tactical kitty cat, and my neighbours have tactical german shepards. They like to practice together as a tactical assault unit that usually turns into a mutual lick fest once they have knocked over everything in the room.
I used to have a tactical kitty cat (long dead now, still missed). He was one of those who loved to sit on the fence rail about 1 mm out of reach of my neighbor’s two snarling dogs. I always worried that he would misjudge and get snapped up.
One day I came home to find all three tearnig around their back yard and wrestling, including tummies up play. Snarling and growling.
My other neighbor said they did it most every day while the worrywarts were away.
I thought my cat loved me. Keeping secrets isn’t love. He loved my Purina cat chow.
What was the question?
Only if you wipe your dick on their curtains and then steal all the blankets.
Sorry, I cannot resist posting a link to The Great Poncho RBI Essay (pdf alert)