Keep talking calibers and I’ll bring out my saggy tits collection.
Maggie’s Motivational Pic Thread v2.0 - - New Rules - See Post #1
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Hi,
Who cares what cartridge you want for your EDC pistol lol, because the pistols only job is to get you back to your rifle
It is not to keep you there fighting.....
5.7x28 goes through more shit than 9mm or 45acp....you know...just encase subject is wearing "heavy".
Sincerely,
Theis
I will statistically disagree... the 5.7 with civilian ammo sucks... The US of A has been at War most of our lives-
With Some exceptions for the older folks- Gulf One about 1 year
Gulf 2- 17 years....
The 5.7 was introduced in 1990-
It has a great purpose- delivering 3-7 rounds to the brain of a terrorist from a very compact machine gun.
Look at the FBI stats- the 5.7 does not stop people... especially with the pistol/ civilian ammo
The diameter is too small- too small for significant blood loss 5MM vs 9,10 or 11
It's and Ice Pick that does not allow for great blood volume loss
Its small and does not break bones- the physical structure like the heavier 115-230 grain of 9,40,45
Nerve disruption of the body- the 5.56/223 sucks under 2200 FPS. The temporary cavity goes away under this speed. The 5.7 is too slow to give rifle like damage from a handgun.
FBI and the military have stats on the 5.7... in the real world, the round is anemic vs. 9MM
If not, police are fleeing the .40 for 9mm- holds more.... less recoil
If the 5.7 Worked in terminal ballistics.... It would be the #1 gun for the NYPD spray and prey division
Mind you- I don't want to get shot with a 22 short, let alone your 5.7
The Five-seven is currently in service with military and police forces in over 40 nations, including Canada, France, Greece, India, Poland, Spain, and the United States.[20] In the United States, the Five-seven is in use with numerous law enforcement agencies, including the U.S. Secret Service.[13][21] In the years since the pistol's introduction to the civilian market in the United States, it has also become increasingly popular with civilian shooters.[22]
and to get the thread back on track- Sexual Assault in a movie- in a movie - it's funny
When a Marine surprises his little brother
Dear Santa
Can you please convert $100K into a pool?
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Can you please convert $100K into a pool?
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This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. It won first prize.
As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty. One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.
If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go, you'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.
I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.
Finding what I wanted was difficult. 'Love Dolls' come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for 'Lovable Thelma'. She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Thelma a 'doll' took a huge leap of imagination.
On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Thelma came to life.
My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Thelma's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.
The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy, but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.
We all agreed that Thelma should remain in her pantyhose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.
My grandmother noticed Thelma the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked.
My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped.
I kept my mouth shut.
"Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, to steer her into the dining room.
But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!"
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend.
A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Thelma. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realised this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Thelma made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screeched. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across
the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.
Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Thelma's collapse. We discovered that Thelma had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.
I can't wait until next Christmas.
As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty. One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.
If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go, you'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.
I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.
Finding what I wanted was difficult. 'Love Dolls' come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for 'Lovable Thelma'. She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Thelma a 'doll' took a huge leap of imagination.
On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Thelma came to life.
My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Thelma's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.
The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy, but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.
We all agreed that Thelma should remain in her pantyhose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.
My grandmother noticed Thelma the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked.
My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped.
I kept my mouth shut.
"Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, to steer her into the dining room.
But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!"
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend.
A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Thelma. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realised this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Thelma made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screeched. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across
the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.
Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Thelma's collapse. We discovered that Thelma had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health.
I can't wait until next Christmas.
During a 4 day Uzi class, I was a bit low on the head shot... 1 round modulation no problem, but the open bolt pushes things low
Anyways- instructor came over and commented about the correct shot placement. He mentioned that he had shot a guy in the teeth in Gaza while with the Military and deployed with the UN. He said that the 9MM fucked up his teeth and stopped his desire to fight. The bad guy was taken to the hospital and recovered.....
Teeth are the only bones you are supposed to see... and they might take a round and not take the guy out of the fight
Actually, I meant the guy with the Law Rocket stuck inside the hood of his jacket! ;-)
But the tooth story is a good one. His new nickname after that should have been 'The Tooth Fairy." Just 'sayin.
Cheers,
Sirhr
Well, the RPG-hoodie (RPG-26 to be exact) has some friends in the same region.
Well, T&A. Besides the bacon&booze, a vital part of life. But there is more! This nice girl actually sells knitted socks, made with love...
Then you will get shot by the threats buddy.. your logic is like grabbing a umbrella for a hurricane but leaving your rain boots sitting there
"The view after opening the eyes, after I had said some things about the culinary skills of my wife"
Public transport entertainment down under....
Sydney bus stripper puts on show for bemused passengers
https://thewest.com.au/news/austral...on-show-for-bemused-passengers-ng-b881053461z
Sydney bus stripper puts on show for bemused passengers
https://thewest.com.au/news/austral...on-show-for-bemused-passengers-ng-b881053461z
Explanations of various hangovers
Cinderella - you get back home with only one shoe
Snow White - you wake up with 7 dudes in your bed
Red Riding Hood - you wake up in the morning in your grandma's bed
Sleeping Beauty - you're in blackout for next 100 years
Emperor's new clothes - you wake up on the streets, naked
Little Mermaid - your feet are glued together and you smell of herring
Ugly Duckling - wrong eggs (balls) in bed
Winnie the Pooh - so stiff in the morning you cannot touch your toes, teeth are covered with something sticky like you've washed these with honey
Robert Duck - you've managed to get a lot of money and have no pants
Bad Wolf - breath stinks so bad that exhaling will tip over the piglets stone house
Mickey Mouse - ears are swollen like balls, you're wearing white gloves, no sign of tailcoat
Christopher Columbus - don't know where you're going, upon reaching the destination no idea where you are, though the whole trip is state-financed
Moomin - you're all swollen and white in the morning
From the journal of an american airman
Friday - Drank with russian airmen
Saturday - Almost died
Sunday - Drank again with russian airmen
Monday - It would have been better to die on Saturday
(I have to sleep, it's 2:30 AM..)
Cinderella - you get back home with only one shoe
Snow White - you wake up with 7 dudes in your bed
Red Riding Hood - you wake up in the morning in your grandma's bed
Sleeping Beauty - you're in blackout for next 100 years
Emperor's new clothes - you wake up on the streets, naked
Little Mermaid - your feet are glued together and you smell of herring
Ugly Duckling - wrong eggs (balls) in bed
Winnie the Pooh - so stiff in the morning you cannot touch your toes, teeth are covered with something sticky like you've washed these with honey
Robert Duck - you've managed to get a lot of money and have no pants
Bad Wolf - breath stinks so bad that exhaling will tip over the piglets stone house
Mickey Mouse - ears are swollen like balls, you're wearing white gloves, no sign of tailcoat
Christopher Columbus - don't know where you're going, upon reaching the destination no idea where you are, though the whole trip is state-financed
Moomin - you're all swollen and white in the morning
From the journal of an american airman
Friday - Drank with russian airmen
Saturday - Almost died
Sunday - Drank again with russian airmen
Monday - It would have been better to die on Saturday
(I have to sleep, it's 2:30 AM..)
Saw the movie, it was pretty darn good. Amazing what they did with old worn out footage.
This is how I feel after reading about calibers in the Motivational thread, are you happy now?
Don't know if this will work, but... damn. Well... Damn.
Cheers,
Sirhr
I texted this to one of The gayest men that you could ever meet, he thought it was hilarious!
