The guy and I were having a conversation about Baltimore and he was trying to sell me his cd, then tricky ran up and punched him in the mouth and yelled "nigger!".
Mad hax.That's crazy. Apparently my grandfather was a sharpshooter in WWII. I wonder if that's genetic at all. I've never even held a gun.
Haha I'm gonna get some punani soon ya fucks!
I've shot rifles and shotguns a bunch of times. When I was a boy scout we used to go to the local rifle club once a year. Why they have shotguns in NZ I'll never know. I also let off a canon once and yes, it was as awesome as pirates make it appear.
I haven't fired a gun since I was nine, plugging paper plates on the Sabine river with my dad's Ruger .22 LR. I have a .22 Revolver of some kind that my uncle left in this house when he died, that I keep around in case of emergency. He filed the damn hammer off of it for some stupid reason, though, but it's double-action so it's still usable.
I still have no idea how he didn't get arrested for that shit.
he's a good ol' boy. That and I think he knew half the cops in town.