Tied

Nah, my airsoft G36C has never once malfunctioned due to heat issues so they're all false!

So I forgot I had this. CZ Soviet Union Tribute pistol. Serial number even starts with "CCCP":
 
 

 

What ever you do make sure you don't use 5.56, because as we all know 5.56 was made to wound and not kill.

This is a reason why Saudi's political views are echoed by Euroweaklings (after adaptation for Europeans - "moderates" and so on)

Somewhere at Blacktail Defense, tears are falling on suspiciously crusty furry-themed ANIMEA porn.

At last, my fascist box tank shelf is complete. Now if only I had a shelf full of big strong American tanks to balance them out
 

Full size: http://i.imgur.com/Uhi1j1h.jpg

His name is Matt Poitras. He's in my fighting group. The guy with the long hair in the other picture is Dave Kilbourn, commander of the Utland Storm of the army of Jomsborg. 

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. 

Honestly. I'd rather live here in Texas-With-Cajun-Food-And-Gambling than just about anywhere else. Texas is a great state.

Brave Hamsters of the Proletariat are more than a match for Fascist Maus!
 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ78bsEk7MI
 
Forgive me if this has already been posted, just noticed this today in my feed

HAHAHAHHA
I TOLDS YOU 
HAHAHAHHA

Looking back, I think the biggest issue was JEB! Please Clap Bush taking up so much of the oxygen in the room. This is on the debate stage and taking money from donors. The dude got $120 million for his PAC and another $30 million donated straight to his campaign. And there was ZERO chance that he was going to win the nomination because the Bush brand is poison. I don't know what secluded and delusion world JEB! and his supporters live in where they thought the nation was itching for a third Bush in the White House. 
 
Worse, the time JEB! spent during debates and on the campaign trail was wasted on trying take a swing at Trump... and missing. Having someone like JEB! attack Trump only enhances the latter's street cred. 
 
Edit: Also, what Tied said.

xXX_69StalinsMustacheRide69_XXx: HELP!
 
*Pings map*
 
Stuck! 
 
*Pings map*

IS-2 JS Mk 1 confirmed with 122 mm AA gun

 

Thats why you should put ERA block here as well. T-72B3 suck balls 

WAT?
 
I guess, like everything, Tied has his greasy, stubby finger on the pulse of American politics.

Kobzon (known singer) and Tereshkova in Russian AirSpace forces base in Hmeymim.

 

This just in, Kruger doesn't know German.

The fluid on the return roller, road wheel, and tracks is slightly disconcerting when combined with the position of the right-hand soldier...

Of course. That was just a poorly worded attempt at levity.

When slavs reenact, we really fucking reenact
 
Credit goes to Vasily for the nice photo's
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That is an easy task for Russia. 
We will dispatch Moskovites for this task. Moskovites, Go..., i mean stop!