John Galt

Couldn't have said it better.

Ever since I got OC sprayed I don't fuck around with hot sauce anymore. It brings back bad memories...

Interesting. The double feed drill I learned involves locking the bolt to the rear, dropping the magazine, fingering out the stuck rounds, racking the weapon 3 times, then inserting a fresh magazine. Especially now that we use the ACOG optical system on our rifles, I'm not too keen on the idea of beating that thing against the ground. Maybe with an M14 or something similar, but I've never run into a jam on the A4 that I couldn't clear this way. I will say that the two weapons I've handled that had collapsible stocks (the M4 and the M1014) both would have held up to having the stock slammed into the ground.

I've started just randomly propping people. Which doesn't last for too long, cause I really don't have much to give out yet, but it's entertaining anyway.

I've been at work since 3am. It's midnight, I'm still here. I haven't had a single assignment today, I just have to be here. WTF.

Bump the fuck out of that Smut. Coming into some random east coast thread and seeing a flick from a home town cat is nice.

I just read that blog. Holy shit.

This is the most depressing thing I've read all day. Well, second to that Rhino thread.

Lets see. Going on 20 hours at work, staring at this computer. I haven't actually DONE any work today, though. I just have to be here. Probably won't be off for another hour at least. Someone earlier mentioned driving through the Sierras, that really makes me wish I was home right now.

Co-sign. Since everyone else was doing it...

I would, but it says I can't prop you anymore today.

In my two years in the infantry I've never once learned a drill that involves slamming the butt of a weapon on the ground. I'm curious, where did you learn this?

Re: Don't Call it Frisco I'm loving that Jenks.

Lover!

Liar...that car must have been rolling around for a while.

I had to prop that statement.

That dude on the blue motorcycle looks so confused. "I thought all those Jager Bombs would keep me from crashing..."

MilkGrenades, that was the best thing I've seen all day.

I've somehow skipped on the flu this year, although my friend managed to get it. I think I made up for not having it by having one fucked up case of pnuemonia though.

I'd love to find a nice tree out there, perch up with a nice 7.62 rifle and a high powered scope, and poach poachers all day long. This shit is fucked.

Damn, I've been sleeping on a dope thread all this time and didn't even know it.

I've never had a hangover. Even the times I've drank myself way past oblivion, I woke up feeling just fine. The time I drank for 24 hours straight in Laguna Beach, don't remember anything after about 1pm, puked all over a cop car, and still woke up feeling fine. Even went for a run that morning. I got lucky in that department I guess. My friends all swear by McDonalds fries as a hangover cure though.

Random.

Mickey Mouse. The write-in is going to win this year!