I’m trying to get as many of my lefty friends to buy guns as I can. I’ve offered to help them buy a gun that’s good for them and to teach them how to safely handle, store, use, and just generally be around a firearm.

As long as I have to be “mostly dead” a few dozen times before I can survive the easiest fight, I am happy.

Or just killing all the big bads, which is basically all but tinfist.

About fucking time.

Liquid water = bomb; frozen water = ok

Gasoline.

Moka pot on a camp stove works great.

That’s painful.

That or they pay shit. I’ve said “maybe 10 years ago” a few times to recruiters over the past year. Don’t insult me, I know what I’m worth.

“Fuck you, Thor, but also thanks. But definitely fuck you, Thor.”

Fuck Thor.

Land of the fee, home of the slave.

Come on, Grandma, it’s time to get you back to Facebook.

I think goatse is more appropriate.

You’re supposed to stop your car for colors. You don’t necessarily need to get out, but hence the rush to get there and inside before colors.

“I signed up because I was too poor to go to college and had no other career prospects.” Don’t assume.

Oh man, do I miss Sheetz and Wawa, especially the fried Mac n cheese, pretzel bun sandwiches, and Hoagie Fest.

…if their nukes are even able to detonate. They age out, hence why they needed to be tested so often.

Fly, yes. Detonate, ???

My go to is “what do you do for fun?”. It accomplished the same goal of getting an idea of the candidate as a person without getting into personal/family life. Most people love to talk at length about their favorite shit if they think someone is interested in listening.