Back in the 80's when the exchange rate was like 10 million yen to the dollar. You could buy that setup for $100 on a deployment to Okinawa
I don't recall it being that high, but it was about three times higher than when I returned.in the 90s.
Every Saturday morning after cartoons!
I am amazed now, that these corny monster movies were endlessly amusing to me as a kid. The Gargantuans, Godzilla, Mothra...
Call me sadistic but I enjoy seeing the tables turned on the bad guys like this. I never had to shoot anyone but turned the tables on some bullies in fist fights when I was younger. I never enjoyed fighting but when I got the best of them, it turned out to be fun.
If I'm sadistic, so what. This steaming pile of poop got what he deserved and, yes, it was kind of funny listening to him scream like a baby with its hand on a hot stove.
To be honest, I thought about posting this elsewhere but feel this is somewhat motivational. Remember to turn the volume on unless you are at work. FOUL LANGUAGE AND SCREAMS OF PAIN.
If I'm sadistic, so what. This steaming pile of poop got what he deserved and, yes, it was kind of funny listening to him scream like a baby with its hand on a hot stove.
To be honest, I thought about posting this elsewhere but feel this is somewhat motivational. Remember to turn the volume on unless you are at work. FOUL LANGUAGE AND SCREAMS OF PAIN.
I met Chuck in the early 80's when he was working for my father-in-law at the Forest Service. Had no clue about his history as a sniper until almost 20 years later. Asked my FIL about it and he said Chuck had told him about his service but at the time didn't want others to know.
Had a chance to talk to him at the 2010 SHOT Show. We talked about when he and my FIL were sampling home made wine and may have had a little too much. Funny stuff.
This man is patiently waiting for a pudding cup.
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He was justified in shooting when the fat dude was within 7 yards and spouting shit. He waited patiently, but fatty wanted shot it seems.
You do.
It looks like he got one in the groin; which might be why he's screaming so much.
We did stupid shit back then....
Handled like a dream!
Seriously bro can we please leave your mothers rear shelf out of the equation?
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It was an exaggeration. I have drank a lot of alcohol since then, well actually at that time also, and there's plenty of sacrificial brain cells that were not needed to remember the exact exchange rate.
I wonder if the joke is still going.
Hey mom, look what I brought home. And it's not a stereo. Was really good for a trip to the Philippines.
Not me, something I found on the Internet.
I would never go this faggity when camping.
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Too far... what kinda dipshit needs a candle for his campfire..
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