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The last time I had to dispose of a box spring I cut it up like it was a body and threw it out in small trash bags because of this story.
I like the bottom one in the middle, it’s like some kind of artillery Luger with a hand guard.
Not many people know this but all feds have retractable claws, it's a dead giveaway.
Cats are feds.
Yeah I was looking for ammo for this thing and Buffalo Bore seem to be one of the only places still making it.
They seem to think it’s safe to load it hot enough to send it at 1000 fps and that seems around what a subsonic 9mm gets. It doesn’t have a rim so getting the spent cases out might be a pain in the ass but I don’t really care.
.38 S&W, that’s why I’m looking for alternative ammo, this shit is like a dollar a round.
It fits too perfectly, god wants me to shoot it.
I know the chamber pressure is too high in most 9mm but the subsonic shit is probably safe right?
Still need a bolt assembly, barrel, charging handle and an AR trigger group.
This has been stuck in my head since his first video came out.
Is your face made out of Japanese dicks?
If you're Irish you're basically a nigger.
Source: I'm Irish.
I’m about halfway through this one so far.
The Uvalde tranny had a fucking hour to shoot 20, he could have used a musket.
I always thought the entire reason for this place was to mock them to their face. Why kick them out?
Like Chappie but with incels instead of robots.
Fucking nosy fag neighbors.
And people thought I was crazy for fucking the girls on the rugby team.
I want them to know who I am and that I’m spitting in their face.
People with crying babies on planes are so inconsiderate, there’s little baby sized bottles of whiskey available to everyone, the solution is so obvious.
I offer to show them all of the unregistered NFA items I’ve been working on in my basement. “Is there a light switch down here, I can’t see anything.” asks one of the agents nervously. I press a button on the wall retracting the basement stairs, then another which begins to fill the room with aerosolized LSD. “Where we’re going, we won’t need eyes to see.” I inform the agents as I begin laughing uncontrollably. They try to call for backup not realizing that the entire basement is a giant faraday cage. I remove my clothes and begin masturbating feverishly. The agents are overcome with feelings of existential dread and cry out to their god to save them. I inform them that I am the god of this universe and their fate rests in the hands of me and only me. They get down on their knees saying they’re sorry and beg for my forgiveness. I ask them to prove it. They begin sucking on my nipples, an act of submission and fealty which dates back before Christ to the time of Celtic kings in ancient Ireland. A flash of light interrupts our extremely intimate encounter. “What was that?” one of the agents asks after unlatching. I put my clothes back on and hit a third button on the wall which turns on the lights and returns the basement stairs to their original position. A large screen on the wall shows a picture of the agents crying and sucking my nipples. I offer to let them leave and tell them that the picture will stay between us as long as they never bother me again. They take a long walk back to their car and I go back to drilling third holes without a care in the world.