This is Rifle, this is my Gun. This is for fighting, and this is for fun.

I acquired a 1928 Mosin/Nagant Sniper Rifle (hex bolt) a couple of years ago. Today it had a make-over.

1928 Mosin/Nagant 91/30

MMM

I’m still un-recovered from my week in CA and a red-eye on Friday, so I can’t think of one darn half-witty thing to say about anything. I even phoned in the poat title. I even forgot to call my dad on Sunday. All I can do now is call him today and apologize. No forgetting!

Cleaning.

Well how ’bout that

Gardening Secrets

A Lost Weekend

Mundane brings the thunder:

Small Boob Friday

Good day, hosefuckers!!!

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I know all you assface douches don’t like Ani, but Wiser will love this shit. It’s tuba playing faggots, a few other horns, and a little percussion just fucking around. Plus the drummer is a pretty good looking box licker so it fists our theme for the day.

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Do you like lesbians? I like lesbians, so today we’re going to explore the deep dark world of ballerina lesbianism…for science. Normally this weekly post–the first of its kind–would be devoted to ladies with large mammary glands. But not today piglets. Today, because yesterday was my birfinday, I reserve the right to replace the normal Friday cow with a true beauty. A stunning, gal that speaks Russian and Engrish. A chick that has one brown eye (your whore mouth; shut it) and one green eye. A gal that emails me, texts, me and stalks me 24/7. Please put down the BBD and put your hands together for MILA KUNIS!!!!!111!!!!!!!!1

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MJ, I love you. Cum back to bed.

A splendid idea

You know, for once I agree with TFG:

“Fired up! Ready to go!”

Monday Motive: Muscularity

The weekend is over, and thank Heaven it is. I socialized way too much, spent far too much time talking, and nearly lost my voice. I told the opossum story three times on Saturday to different groups who had yet to hear it. Even I am sick of it now, but at least the trauma is finally past. I made it through another family gathering without starting any serious arguments or eating any of the devil gluten that was prominently offered. Threading the needle of the weekend, I passed through the madness, and once again welcome the warm embrace of renewal that is Monday. Now, on with the show.

Send me an angel.

Stupid Rules

Sleep-in Saturday

Good morning. Let’s not having any more shit blowing up for a while, m’kay?

Let’s see what’s in the funneh folder for today.