I never understood people who think they are badasses because they have a gun. Like yeah you went to the gun store and paid someone for a gun, good job?
I burst out of my white T as I mow down a deer with my full automatic hunting rifle, an American eagle shrieks out of nowhere as I rip the deer to pieces and take a raw bite of flesh, I salute the flag and a tear crawls down my cheek. God bless America!
When I was young, I used to hang out in a downtown “cruising” area. I was one of the people who parked and hung out by their car, other people would slowly drive their cars around. Lots of cool cars to see, some of them driven by guys who thought they were oh so cool badasses. Those guys, we’d yell “HEY!” and then when they turned to look, “NICE TIRES!” The subtext there being that they just went to the tire store and bought tires like anyone else could.
I had to literally flee from those guys more than once, and it was so funny.
Edit: And the car I still remember was some early 70s full size Chevy 4-door beater with a Rochester Quadrajet bolted to the outside of the hood.
I never understood people who think they are badasses because they have a gun. Like yeah you went to the gun store and paid someone for a gun, good job?
Ok but try holding a gun and be amazed at the testosterone fueled rush that fills your god given red blooodded aaaamerican veinzzz OH YEAH!!
:: puts gun down:: :: hands are visibly shaking:: :: sweating profusely ::
Whoa that was a trip . . How am I gonna go back to cocaine after that?
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I burst out of my white T as I mow down a deer with my full automatic hunting rifle, an American eagle shrieks out of nowhere as I rip the deer to pieces and take a raw bite of flesh, I salute the flag and a tear crawls down my cheek. God bless America!
Make sure you hit the deer in the stomach or intestines to purify the meat
Slightly tangential story.
When I was young, I used to hang out in a downtown “cruising” area. I was one of the people who parked and hung out by their car, other people would slowly drive their cars around. Lots of cool cars to see, some of them driven by guys who thought they were oh so cool badasses. Those guys, we’d yell “HEY!” and then when they turned to look, “NICE TIRES!” The subtext there being that they just went to the tire store and bought tires like anyone else could.
I had to literally flee from those guys more than once, and it was so funny.
Edit: And the car I still remember was some early 70s full size Chevy 4-door beater with a Rochester Quadrajet bolted to the outside of the hood.