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No more ammo. Ever
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Pefect fit. I guess some people don't understand sarcasm
You didn't make the font purple..... That is what is messing people up, right??? Maybe??? Ok, probably not....
OP that is ok. Finally the era of the gun will be gone just like the era of the steel sword before it.
Can't wait for the laser blaster rifle and pistol to arrive.
At last we will reveal ourselves to the gunowners, at last we will have our time
My lightsaber is ready.
Can't wait for the laser blaster rifle and pistol to arrive.
At last we will reveal ourselves to the gunowners, at last we will have our time
My lightsaber is ready.
Don't even bother to look at this post in a color you can barely see.
You may be asking yourself ... How did this happen? Did he select the wrong color by mistake? Truth is, nobody knows. This is a phenomenon that could years, possibly decades to understand.
The moral of the story is . . . Don't waste your time reading posts you can barely see, because you'll just go blind from the eyestrain. And you will never, Evar, be able to see again. Especially light yellow, orange, and blue.
You may be asking yourself ... How did this happen? Did he select the wrong color by mistake? Truth is, nobody knows. This is a phenomenon that could years, possibly decades to understand.
The moral of the story is . . . Don't waste your time reading posts you can barely see, because you'll just go blind from the eyestrain. And you will never, Evar, be able to see again. Especially light yellow, orange, and blue.
PiccoloPlayer
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I suppose i can not please everyone. I made it purple because some were butthurt because it was not.
You may be wondering why the DHS has purchased millions and millions of rounds of ammo. It's so they can sell it back to the public to pay for all the assault rifles they purchased. No worries, the government has lots of ammo.
Who's this EVAR guy and what part does he play in this conspiracy?
I saw the OP's handle and couldn't help myself... An oldie but a goodie:
There is this preacher who has a big ass revival meeting scheduled. The hall is rented and everything is in place until the organ player has to leave town (something about a choirgirl or boy anyway he had to leave fast). The piano player has a hangnail and can't do it, the guitar player's stoned. He can't find anybody to play for the service that night.
He sets the deacon to canvas the crowd and find out if there is a musician that is willing to play. Right before the service begins the deacon brings up this little old man and says "This guy says he's a piccolo player and he has it with him." There isn't time to do anything but go on with what he has so they set the little old man and his piccolo up near the altar and prepare to make the best of the situation.
Things start out bad. The man doesn't know the hymns that the preacher is calling for and his sight reading is awful. The tone of the instrument is piercing and unpleasant. The preacher determines to soldier through. Ignoring the horrid sounds coming from the choir loft, he continues to preach. They come to another hymn and right in the middle of the song somebody from the congregation shouts out:
"The piccolo player's a mother****er!"
There is stunned silence in the the church. The preacher doesn't know quite how to deal with this. He tries to start the singing again but before he can make much headway there's another shout from the congregation:
"The piccolo player's a mother****er!"
Silence again. The preacher is now thoroughly pissed off. He glares out over the congregation and says:
"This here's a house of God. We are supposed to control our tongues better. Who was it that just called my piccolo player a mother****er?"
Silence.
"Will the man what called my piccolo player a mother****er, will he raise his hand?"
Silence.
"Then, will the man sittin' next to the man what called my piccolo player a mother****er, will he raise his hand?"
Nothing.
"Then will the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man what called my piccolo player a mother****er, will he raise his hand?"
Silence.
"Then will the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man what called my piccolo player a mother****er, will he raise his hand?"
All the way in the back, a man rises.
The preachers asks "Why did you call my piccolo player a mother****er in the house of God?"
The man says "Preacher, you misunderstand me. I am not the man what called your piccolo player a mother****er. I'm not the man sittin next to the man what called your piccolo player a mother****er. I'm not the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man what called your piccolo player a mother****er. I'm not even the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man sittin Next To The MAN, what called your piccolo player a mother****er."
The preacher says "Then why you standin here?"
The man says "Preacher, I want to know, who called that Mother****er a piccolo player?"
Apologies in advance if I offended anyone.
There is this preacher who has a big ass revival meeting scheduled. The hall is rented and everything is in place until the organ player has to leave town (something about a choirgirl or boy anyway he had to leave fast). The piano player has a hangnail and can't do it, the guitar player's stoned. He can't find anybody to play for the service that night.
He sets the deacon to canvas the crowd and find out if there is a musician that is willing to play. Right before the service begins the deacon brings up this little old man and says "This guy says he's a piccolo player and he has it with him." There isn't time to do anything but go on with what he has so they set the little old man and his piccolo up near the altar and prepare to make the best of the situation.
Things start out bad. The man doesn't know the hymns that the preacher is calling for and his sight reading is awful. The tone of the instrument is piercing and unpleasant. The preacher determines to soldier through. Ignoring the horrid sounds coming from the choir loft, he continues to preach. They come to another hymn and right in the middle of the song somebody from the congregation shouts out:
"The piccolo player's a mother****er!"
There is stunned silence in the the church. The preacher doesn't know quite how to deal with this. He tries to start the singing again but before he can make much headway there's another shout from the congregation:
"The piccolo player's a mother****er!"
Silence again. The preacher is now thoroughly pissed off. He glares out over the congregation and says:
"This here's a house of God. We are supposed to control our tongues better. Who was it that just called my piccolo player a mother****er?"
Silence.
"Will the man what called my piccolo player a mother****er, will he raise his hand?"
Silence.
"Then, will the man sittin' next to the man what called my piccolo player a mother****er, will he raise his hand?"
Nothing.
"Then will the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man what called my piccolo player a mother****er, will he raise his hand?"
Silence.
"Then will the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man what called my piccolo player a mother****er, will he raise his hand?"
All the way in the back, a man rises.
The preachers asks "Why did you call my piccolo player a mother****er in the house of God?"
The man says "Preacher, you misunderstand me. I am not the man what called your piccolo player a mother****er. I'm not the man sittin next to the man what called your piccolo player a mother****er. I'm not the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man what called your piccolo player a mother****er. I'm not even the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man sittin next to the man sittin Next To The MAN, what called your piccolo player a mother****er."
The preacher says "Then why you standin here?"
The man says "Preacher, I want to know, who called that Mother****er a piccolo player?"
Apologies in advance if I offended anyone.
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