Tied

Thats impossible Everyone knows Yeltsin was

Toxn can Frigg off. The whole point of hog hunting is to kill as many as possible So unless you got tickets for a tu-95 flight. Automatics are you best bet

Monkey Model Model

The McDonald's strawberry shake walks in the front door of my mouth bringing good tidings and doses of nostalgia. It reminds me of a better time, of a greasier time. The flavor rools over my tongue like the Nevada winds, i see flashes of me building Abrams models in new housing projects out there in that beautiful red desert baked in the blue skies. Compared to the McDonald's chocolate shake which is riddled with what i can only describe as small and isolated bits of freezer burn as plentiful as it is sinister; its imperfections are masked by real bits of strawberry and the Sryup flavoring they went with. Its strong but not overzealous, it lets the milk and cream work on its own, but it reminds them of who's calling the shots. The Fries need no introduction, the tried and true gold brown warriors that guard the flavortown gates have left a lasting impression in all of us. But for every bit of flavorful virtue in the fries lies a strong undertone of sin, of decay. A cancer that eats away at the texture and taste like a swarm of locusts. And this cancer is father time. This particular strain struck deep into the very soul of the fries today, in that we needed to take a detour so someone could pick up a vegetable sandwich. For the purposes of this Majurana induced review they shall rename anonymous, and yes, they were female. When i unwrapped my golden bounty of potatoes i was left in a foaming pool of betrayal at the lack of salt. Had it melted into the Grease? Had they been properly salted? I was able to make it through the large fries since there was obviously some salt, but the greasy paste forming in my mouth as a chewed down another several was just that, a greasy paste. The life and the love had left on a cold day from these fries, and go to its flight before you could make that last desperate phone call. Everytime i return to the warm shores of Mcdonalds, the bountiful fish of Filet O Fish hope aboard my nuclear submarine bound for standoff range to flavortown. Tartar Sauce, American cheese, two buns toasted somewhat, and a fish filet. For everything wonderful in life is simple and the elegance of the no nonsense recipe is not lost on me. But all the maxims on uncomplicated fast food inventions aside, there is no substitute for flavor. And you dont need to make that phone call for the substitute, because the professor always shows up to the school on time. Even if his hair is a little frizzled and his dick is still wet from the undergrad student he banged for her to pass, he is still there and thats all that counts. The tender filet breaks apart on your tongue like your doubts on a bottle of fine liquor. The sauce shows up to cool the mood after the cheese makes some edgy although very funny insults. And the bread lets you into the flavortown club while slipping some cheap ecstasy in your drink. Its tough and greasy like sort of a jerky made out bread. But its still good for mcdonalds, and whatever batter they fried the fish fits buetifuly like a nice woman into a suit. Its salty makeup is on and her lipstick glows like the sun through the window of your bedroom so left in a hurry. In sort, its a reliable and dependable sandwhich, flaky sure, but much like the aftermentioned woman, she is there at any time of the day- or night, and her classy subtle beauty is timeless.

square up ten gallon hick *dies of cajun food diet*

I like em. Same time frame as Kalashnikov but with lots of fun quirks. Plus they are indestructible

Note to self. Buy lots of NyQuil

The artillery was self propelled?

Oh thats what they call those little bottles of merical Huh I guess animea taught me one thing

Jesus i though my handwiritng was bad What in Gods dick is a svdafed

Why Its just more efficent in every way to cull an invasive speicies with.

With flechette rounds hopefully

Ya no shit Supposedly same gun on most of them

MiG should take a crack at it

Now thats a pimped out gavin

Looks like its based on the fagot

Based off it Atleast. With influences from t-72

Driver position is different from t-62

Toxn your a fag. Pigs are dicks. And guns are fun

Like i said. Its more about the logistics than anything Military grade weapons are best to get the bastards to Fuck off. But they tend to ruin the meat alot more and kill more than you could hope to cook Bor hunting is different. And typically done for sport rather then curling a out of control speices of dicks on legs

If you feel like roasted 30 odd fresh carcasses peppered in lead fragments in the space of a day be my guest. But pork is pork. And pork is love. Pork is life

I would let a 1000 turks die to save a dog. that's because turks are lower than dogs they are roaches, vermin and must be exterminated

Christie as a VP? The reasoning is there. He would more or less just spout off based statements while being held from actual policy making by a barbed wire fence

i wouldnt mind the 85% number if he was shooting at like wild flocks of cinder blocks, hey that ryhmes, and not you know, living things that you just might want a efficent wound pattern round and arent like to be engaging at super dooper long range