Rsquared

Those things seem to be like rabbits Rene. They just keep reproducing. That's a good lookin trio there brother.

And after meeting her, I can see why you'd never go against her. She'd wear your lurch-ass out up one side and down the other. She's like a stick of dynamite brother. Big things definitely come in small packages. Oh $hit......don't tell her that I said small. I may be next.

See? There you go. Somebody always has to take an easy shot at my beloved MGD. It doesn't cause gravity attacks. Though I may nod off from time to time.

Yeah, considering that my AR-10 SBR (12") was banging steel at 500 yards (with no problem) when we did the high angle day back at the fall shoot. I'm thinking that the 18" barrel should be more than enough for some good distance. We'll find out this fall I suppose. Though.....this girl is kind of a pig. She's weighing in at just over 15 pounds. And that's without a mag in her. So she's gonna make me really "want it" to carry her up that hill come the fall.

HOLE--E-poop! That's a good lookin rifle there brother. You did good on that one. See what you can do when you stop sipping the anti-freeze? She's lookin pretty sexy my man. I look forward to being able to fondle her in person. Oh....and you too. First beer is on me.

That's some serious beaver there my brother.

Yeah, that's why I couldn't pass this one up. Even though it's just some Vortex glass on it, the fact that it was all a package deal at that price just sucked me right in. This one is the 18" barrel. Plus, it'll take my 10B mags. Which......I think I've got a couple of those laying around. Ha

No. I've been a lazy SOB. That's why I finally went over to my gun pusher yesterday. To talk to him and see if there was any "gray" area about shipping a complete rifle from within the peoples republic of Maryland. And THAT's.........when he got me. The ruthless bastard. I need to get up on it and contact Barrett on Monday. I'm planning on giving them a call and talk to one of their CS guys.

So I went stumbling through the door of my local gun pusher............... Come on you guys........you know how this story goes..........usually. So I start off with the mandatory bullshitting, as we all do. My guy (the pusher) starts off with showing me a suppressed M11 in the 9MM variety. THE BASTARD! I casually finger it, and give him a resposne of NO. I'm Feeling strong because I don 't even ask him about the price...............at first. Minutes (read as seconds) go by before I finally ask him what he wants for it. HA! He responds by saying that he can't really sell that one yet. AH HAAA! A win for me. He shot his wad too soon........so I thought. So.....he then walks back to his safe in the back and comes up with a SWEET MP5. The fucker. He knows that I hate him. He says for a mere 30 grand, that one could be mine. And yes.......he gave me $hit as I slammed the bolt forward (saying that that one wasn't mine yet). Oh.....and I said..........sorry......FUKER! Anyway........I stood my ground. I said NO After all.........I was here to talk about the MRAD and sending it back to Barrett to check on that chamber issue that all of us guys were having at the fall shoot. So........he then proceeded to go back to his gun safe, and come back with a "short" M16. It was a 10" barreled full auto AR. Fukin SWEET! Oh.........for a measly price of about 19 grand. Uhhhhhh.........I again said NO. Go figure......he acted like I was a dick for not wanting to snatch it out of his hands. FUK him! I was standing my ground. I was gonna get out of there without buying anything......so I thought. So........at this point.....I start to inch my way towards the door........figuring I'm gonna get out pretty cheap. All of us guys in the shop, at this point, are laughing and kidding around with each other. I'm thinking......WIN! All I want to do is talk about the Barrett and then leave. And for some reason.......I thought that I was safe. Well.......I wasn't. I didn't realize that my nemesis was on the other side.....of the counter. That FUKER! I was just about to say my final goodbyes and stumble out the door. BUT NO! At the last second.........he says......"Hey....did you see that AR-31 that I have?" FUK! No.....I didn't. And he layed it on the counter in front of me. GAWD DAMMIT! Why did he have to do that? I've actually been eye-ballin these things for quite a while. But the high dollar amount for a 308 bolt was holding me back. And he throws one down, used but VERY clean. AND with a vortex piece of glass on top of it. A package deal. $1900 for the whole thing. FUK! He knows that I'm an Armalite fan-boy. The only thing that I could say was................"I'll take it"..........damn near instantly. I mean.....I didn't even hesitate. My knee-jerk reaction was......."I'll take it". The Fukin Prick! FUK ME! Needless to say. I now have an AR-31. And this fuker is pretty nice. BUT.....I'll change the grip....the trigger (if possible).....the muzzle device (so it'll accept my AAC cans).....and I'll get Tom to do one of those crazy ass tiger stripe paint jobs like he did on Larry's truck gun. Yeah......I'll beg and promise $hit. Either way.....I can't wait to get this fuker out to the desert come this fall shoot.......just to see what she can do. GAWD DAMN it aint easy being me. Here she is as of the deal today.

Yeah, I think that she was the one that kept trying to give me $hit (jokingly of course) throughout the night. But me being the chairman and CEO of the "I hate Fukin everybody" foundation.....wasn't having any of it. I may have had a beer or two that night also.

Welcome from Maryland.

That's a hell of a price for a Wison Combat Doc. Also, I've got two AAC comps coming in 1/2"x28. I went through my "on-hand" parts list and saw that I didn't have any for small frame AR's. So..........I had to resupply.

Happy New Year to all of you no good Rat-Bastards.

See? I knew this thread would end up being all about sharing. We've all had those window-licker moments.

Well he is quite handsome. FUK!

No pants please............................................................................

Well....it may just spill out from (FUK YOU $HIT ASS PISS DIK BALLS) time to time.

Well, we dumbasses have to stick together in this world.

^^^^ He's not $hittin you either. Him and I went over every pocket and pouch that he has on his rig (just because I was curious too) on that Monday after everybody else left. I won't go into everything else that we did. 🧡

God damn I wished I lived closer to you my brother. It looked like a great time.

Any connection.......is a good connection my man.

Brother. That makes me laugh too. We all do dumb-assed $hit at times. The best part, is that we can laugh at ourselves for doing such stupid fukin $hit. Oh, by the way. That's some gorgeous area you've got. I can't wait to see how the DNP compound comes together. I'll finally have a reason to venture into California. If you ever need anything my brother, from advanced automation wiring to dirt hauling, I'm there to help out however I can. I'm talented enough to run a screwdriver OR a shovel. Go figure.

That's a hell of a pile to find in your stocking Roman. Santa took a liking to you this year. Beats the hell outta coal don't it? Keep on gettin my brutha.

So I figured that all of you guys could use a little chuckle at someone else's expense. I guess that it was my turn in the barrel today. Being out of town in Reno most of the week to see the grandkids (which was great), I was trying just to get back in the normal, boring (hermit-like) routine of life. So? Sunday is laundry day. I'm still off of work for all of next week. But.....since I'm a creature of habit....laundry it is. So I go stumbling down the stairs into the basement, and go to proceed as usual. I spin the dial on the machine to the usual setting, give it a tug and..........nothing. "What the fuk?" instantly spews out of my mouth. So I push the dial back in, thinking that obviously it just didn't know what I wanted it to do the first time. Spin it all the way back around to the proper setting again, and give it another pull. Nothing. "FUK!" now emerges from my inner being along with a slight growl. So I stand there for a moment, then spin around to go check the obvious. I stumble over to the breaker panel to check this $hit out. Hmmm.....nothing tripped. "FUK!" I grabbed a meter off the top of the toolbox and stumble back over to the aforementioned FUKKED washing machine. I pull the plug out of the receptacle and proceed to check it to make sure that power was at the plug. Yep.....120 volts as expected. FUK! I then proceed to yank the guts out of the machine to start tracing the circuits (while the monkey in me is starting to come to the surface in frustration). Long story short at this point. 45 fuking minutes later, I'm standing there scratching my head like the aforementioned monkey staring at fire in amazement.....glance up.....and notice (and remember while noticing it) that I had shut off the water to the machine before leaving for Reno. Why? Because I'm an anal, stupid motherfucker is why. Don't even ask. So I open the valve, plug in the washer, pull the dial and the thing comes to life. Filling itself as it should and then carrying on as normal. FUK! But no. We're not done yet ladies. After getting home from the airport at around 0200 yesterday, I sure as hell didn't feel like going to the grocery store. So around mid-day yesterday I got a little chinese take out. What's not to like? Eat that and figure that I'll have the rest today (on laundry day). I throw the plastic container that held the delectable, delicious General Tso's into the reactor to heat it up. The couple of minutes go by...the reactor goes beep....and I'm thinking I'm just a couple of minutes away from inhaling this stuff down the ol gullet. I go to take it out of the microwave, and the previously fairly firm plastic, of which the container was made of, goes pretty fukin limp in my hand. It does a lovely little spinning dance-like move in my hands as I attempt to regain control of it......and promptly falls to the floor FACE FUKIN DOWN! Oh....but not before some of the generals molten-like sauce (at the approximate temperature of a star going supernova) spills down my hand like napalm (because it's sticky). FFFFUUUUUUUKKKKKKK! It just ain't easy being me sometimes. So there you go ladies. You can now begin with the knee slapping and laughing while pointing at me. As you were.

Welcome from Maryland.