Gogged-Shot in the goggles
Long ball-Shoot somone from far away
Accuracy by colume-Speaks for itself
Blender-Marker that chops alot
Bunkerd-Shot from very close around a bunker
Pod Bitch-Noun, Adjective. In paintball a pod is a plastic tube that players use to hold their paintballs. A podbitch is somone who picks up these pods and fills them. The pod bitch is by far the most important and essential person on the team.
A woman, a poor man, and a paitballer went to a pub for beer. When the draft was delivered they each noticed a fly floating on top. The woman pushed the drink away in discust and said "I can't drink this." The poor man shrugged took the fly out of his beer. He then proceeded to drink it. The Paintballer was very disturbed. He picked up the fly, shaking it and yelled, "Spit it out you bastard! Spit it out!"
There was a trucker who would always hit paintballers he would see walking on the side of the road. He would get the pleasure of hearing the loud thud and seeing thier equipment fly everywhere after hitting one of them. One day there was a priest on the side of the road who needed a ride. Out of good will, this trucker picked up and the priest and gave him a ride. While driving with the priest, the trucker saw a paintballer walking on the side of the road, trudging away with all his gear. Out of insinct, the trucker swurved to hit him, but rememberd there was a priest in the car and swurved back on the road. He was sure he missed him, but still heard a loud thud. He turned to the priest and said, "im sorry father i almost hit that paintballer." "Thats okay," said the priest."I got him with the door.
You know you have played paintball too long when you walk into a fast food place and shout "$5 for a burger!" "I could get 100 paintballs for that!"
Paintball has changed in this way, it costs more and more to play, it used to suffice being stealthy, now it helps more if your wealthy, to be able to spray and pray.
You'll fire your Timmy but I'll run you through
So when your waiting for the next game
You better play theres no turning back
The whistle sounds the game begins
On this Sup Air field no one wins
The smell of paint abd I3abbas bad breathe
As we plunge out into certain death
Jelly he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Screaming Eagles guns
As we run towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my teamates fall
We hurdel paint and it hits the ground
As the Screaming Eagles fire off more rounds
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to play another day
We get so close near enough to bunker
When Limey gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my feet below
And as I walk off gazing at the sky
My bodies numb and my throught is dry
And as I sit there forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
OPC Days - Frank