It's damn nice to be home, I'll tell you that much. How can one wake up to it raining and not think, "I should change the Jeep to a little brown really quick."
Artist Brian Coldrick’s series Behind You is an ongoing look at the very common fear that someone is lurking just out of your field of vision—perhaps prepping to do something not very nice.
You can visit my creepy section for more: http://sixpenceee.com/tagged/creepy
Hey everybody, I know I have been very very inactive, and I'm sorry about that. To be honest, a lot has happened over the past year or so. I got Married, and and am current deployed out of the states. I'm going to try and get this blog back to life over the next little bit. I have a commitment to @fumfer that I HAVE to complete (I'm sorry man, I don't want to do you wrong and I'll make it up to you). And yes, I took a fucking bathroom selfie, eat your hearts out!
anybody else think justin bieber is really sexy
No
who asked
You did
The “it can’t happen here ” post.
Everyone who talks shit on CA/NJ/MA/CT for it’s gun control measures and don’t help when it is time for help… This is what’s coming for your state. Look what happened to CO… It’s coming and it will happen.
Fuuuuuuck
wait what happened in Colorado? I haven’t heard of anything other the the [all but unenforced] magazine ban
Yeah there’s the entirely unenforced mag ban and the private sale background check law that our sheriffs all refused to enforce.
wait there is a private sale background check law?
HAHAHA See, that’s how well enforced it is here.
Nobody gives a fuck about the mag ban here and nobody has gotten popped for it. You can only have 20 rounders in Denver and here I am with a fuckton of 30’s and some Surefire 60’s. Nobody cares.
No body cares in CA either but there’s always that one person or that one cop
Depends where at in Cali honestly.
How to start a fight in any pub in Britain:
Say “chip cob”
what the fuck is a chip cob?
*chip butty
if you put chips in a cob it becomes a butty, everyone knows that
Ok what the fuck is a chip butty?
The wrong name for a chip cob
I am so glad George Washington told y'all to fuck of so I don’t gotta participate in whatever this BS is
i looked it up and its literally just fucking french fries and ketchup between bread
britain your slang sucks and your fucking food sucks even more
Pictured, me, a bisexual, cleaning my gun on top of writers claiming that I, a bisexual, will be safer if I’m disarmed.
You do not speak for me and you do not know what is best for me. I know I am safer against bigots if I’m armed, and I know that my partner or I are much more likely to be made into victims if we cannot defend ourselves.
LGBT members are much more likely to be victims of violence, and I do not plan on allowing myself to be one.
If you want to disarm me, fine. But know that you are putting me, and every other LGBT gun owner’s lives at risk.
Mexican vigilantes.
Grupos de Autodefensa Comunitaria
Good
“I had a mini heart attack when I saw this. Spotted in NYC today.” posted by reddit user slothhprincess
(4/5) “I think I have post traumatic stress. I have so many horrible flashbacks. Two weeks after Max was diagnosed, he asked me if I’d be his Mommy forever. I said, ‘Of course I will.’ And he asked: ‘Even when I’m ninety?’ And I told him ‘yes.’ What was I supposed to say? And there were all the times he talked to me about the future. We’d talk about college. I just couldn’t tell him. God I was such a coward. I should have told him. I just couldn’t do it. Even toward the end. The day before he lost consciousness, I read his favorite book to him. It’s called Runaway Bunny. And the little bunny keeps threatening to run away. And the Mama bunny keeps saying: ‘Wherever you go, I will find you.’ Oh God, it was such a horrible way to die. He couldn’t speak or move or swallow or see. He basically starved to death. And the whole last week I’m whispering in his ear: ‘Let go, let go. Please Max, let go.’ My seven-year-old son. I’m telling him to let go. I mean, fuck. That’s not supposed to happen! And the whole time I never told him he was dying. I was such a coward. But he knew. He knew without me telling him. Because a couple weeks before he lost his speech, he asked me: ‘Mommy, do they speak English where I’m going?’” —————————————————- Today is the last day of our fundraiser to aid Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in their fight against pediatric cancer. Over 65,000 people have donated and we’ve raised over $2.3 million so far. Max’s tumor is the same tumor that Dr. Souweidane is working on curing. (See previous story). In fact, Max was supposed to be part of Dr. Souweidane’s first clinical trial but he passed away too soon. I promised Julie that all money raised during the telling of Max’s story would be given to Dr. Souwedaine and his colleagues to aid in their DIPG research. The gift will be given in Max’s honor. Even if it’s a small amount, please consider donating: http://bit.ly/1TpFcdy
Hey Tyler, what’s candy in Texas like?
What's your favorite black powder gun?
Colt Dragoon!
Nice choice bro
At niiiight I think of youuuuu
I waaaant to be yo lady babayyyy
If your game is on gimme a call boo
If your love is strong I’ll give it all to you
At night, I think of yoooooouuuuu
I want to be your lady, babaaay!
If your game is on, gimme a call boooooo
If your love is strong, gonna give my all to youuuu !!!
Fuck it up Tina!
“Why aren’t there any good games about WWI?”
Because people are fucking stupid and keep trying to make shooters out of it. You want to make a good game about WWI, it has to be a horror game.
And by “horror,” I don’t mean “2spooky ghosts and jump scares” shit. It has to be an authentic, gruesome, emotionally scarring type of horror, the kind that makes you lay awake at night because you watched British infantry literally drowning in mud at the Battle of Passchendaele, screaming and begging their friends to shoot them as their gear slowly drags them to their doom. It has to be the kind of horror that comes from hearing men wailing in agony for days, struck by a bullet and stuck in no man’s land in an artillery crater filled with poisoned water and the remains of men who had died days, weeks, months, and years prior, knowing that in a few days that could be you too. It has to be the kind of horror that grips your soul as you watch men slowly go insane from a constant bombardment rate that sounds less like artillery and more like a drum line practice.
In other words, you can’t make a good game about WWI, because it was the kind of real, madness-inducing horror that many history students will never fully grasp, much less some loser in a Cheeto-stained t-shirt who’s trying to figure out how to work killstreaks into the gameplay. Stop trying.
This came out of someone’s actual carry gun. Change out your damn ammo you disgusting savages.
Hahahaha


