lonegunman762x51
Active Member
Not all of them, but a good 99.99998754% for sure.
I am tired of that idiot going 28mph in a 40 and staring at me in the rear view mirror. Why exactly is it interesting to piddle down the road and pester other people? I'm tempted to join the police department just to ask these people and then write them tickets for all the equipment violations on their hooptie cars. His buddy with no blinker or brake lights is a close second. I have a whopping 17 minute commute to work and have to wait on 12 idiots to finish texting or calling the idiots just just drove away from not 14 seconds before.
Really? I don't see the point of "Facebook", dear God these idiots cannot really think anyone gives a flying crap what you do every minute of every hour of every day? OH wait,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,they have "tweeting". Everytime they stop to squeeze a loaf, they update their followers, are you sh!tt!ng me.
My barber stopped mid-cut to take a call from momma. I sat there for five minutes while they got caught up. Was momma leaving on Apollo 19?????? Maybe he could have called her back, he is not Bill Gates after all. He cuts hair for God sakes and does not do that good a job.
Why do people try and hug me? I'm crabby, 6'2", 265 pounds and look mean. I'd hug Jessica Alba for sure, the rest of you need to go away. Especially if you are wearing flipflops?
Speaking of flipflops, when the h*ll did they become shoes for wearing in public? They were worn in the shower. You have ulgy toes. And by "you", I mean everyone on earth and those slobs with nail fungus for sure!!!! No wonder you feet hurt, flipflops offer as much support and protection as a pair of McDonald's bags. Dogs crap on everything and you walk in it with no shoes, yummy.
Now for the part on guns. It is my brass, no you cannot have it. Yes it is a left-handed bolt gun and yes the scope cost as much as your car. Stop asking me for my brass, it cost me a dollar a pop, do you really think I am going to toss it in the trash?
There are 24 positions on the rifle line at my club. I was alone until some genius walked up,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and took the spot one over from me. Really???? Are you friendless or what? I went to the far end for a reason, I'm shooting a cannon with a comp and I was being nice. I only go to the range because it is an hour drive to my property and this is on the way home from work.
I do not go there for hugs, unless Jessica Alba is working on her 200 yd groups with a new 300RUM and she cannot resist my charm. Then that Cash fellow is in trouble.
Anyway, it was a long day and If one more fatty stumbles into the street 175 yds from the crosswalk and wanders a zigzag to the other side I may scream.
Thank you and have a nice day
I am tired of that idiot going 28mph in a 40 and staring at me in the rear view mirror. Why exactly is it interesting to piddle down the road and pester other people? I'm tempted to join the police department just to ask these people and then write them tickets for all the equipment violations on their hooptie cars. His buddy with no blinker or brake lights is a close second. I have a whopping 17 minute commute to work and have to wait on 12 idiots to finish texting or calling the idiots just just drove away from not 14 seconds before.
Really? I don't see the point of "Facebook", dear God these idiots cannot really think anyone gives a flying crap what you do every minute of every hour of every day? OH wait,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,they have "tweeting". Everytime they stop to squeeze a loaf, they update their followers, are you sh!tt!ng me.
My barber stopped mid-cut to take a call from momma. I sat there for five minutes while they got caught up. Was momma leaving on Apollo 19?????? Maybe he could have called her back, he is not Bill Gates after all. He cuts hair for God sakes and does not do that good a job.
Why do people try and hug me? I'm crabby, 6'2", 265 pounds and look mean. I'd hug Jessica Alba for sure, the rest of you need to go away. Especially if you are wearing flipflops?
Speaking of flipflops, when the h*ll did they become shoes for wearing in public? They were worn in the shower. You have ulgy toes. And by "you", I mean everyone on earth and those slobs with nail fungus for sure!!!! No wonder you feet hurt, flipflops offer as much support and protection as a pair of McDonald's bags. Dogs crap on everything and you walk in it with no shoes, yummy.
Now for the part on guns. It is my brass, no you cannot have it. Yes it is a left-handed bolt gun and yes the scope cost as much as your car. Stop asking me for my brass, it cost me a dollar a pop, do you really think I am going to toss it in the trash?
There are 24 positions on the rifle line at my club. I was alone until some genius walked up,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and took the spot one over from me. Really???? Are you friendless or what? I went to the far end for a reason, I'm shooting a cannon with a comp and I was being nice. I only go to the range because it is an hour drive to my property and this is on the way home from work.
I do not go there for hugs, unless Jessica Alba is working on her 200 yd groups with a new 300RUM and she cannot resist my charm. Then that Cash fellow is in trouble.
Anyway, it was a long day and If one more fatty stumbles into the street 175 yds from the crosswalk and wanders a zigzag to the other side I may scream.
Thank you and have a nice day
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