Sharpshooter

Welcome from Arkansas. Your transplant sure as hell trumps my triple bypass! My wife and I are coming onto 36 years together, but we met late, when I was 38!

Welcome from Arkansas. What ^^^^ said,

^^^^ +1 What he said.

So, do you really believe all the states with republican legislatures cheated on the election to allow a democrat to win the presidency? Really?

Hey Cliff R, just a +1. I did my 4 then got out. Then I did a couple as a fire fighter and then a few as a LEO. Good job, sir! I salute you.

Oooh! Talk to me again about the free market!

So, what happened in 2002? Inquiring minds and all that.

Welcome from Arkansas.

Now that's not fair! I just finished dinner and you've got my mouth watering!

The Harley mechanic brought the freshly-rebuilt bike to the owner's home. The lady of the house said, "He's not here, but if you'd drop the bike off here, he asked me to give you something special." She handed him a dollar bill. The mechanic had the bike set down in the garage. The lady of the house invited the mechanic in and said, "Here, would you join me for dinner?" It was a sumptious meal, after which the lady said, "Would you join me?" The mechanic, a little befuddled at all this, followed her to a a bedroom where she disrobed and presented him with a delectable desert. After they had enjoyed themselves, he asked her, "Why all this?" She responded, "He told me, 'fornicate Him. Give him a buck.' Dinner was my idea."

Depends. Are you that mythological "one round" hunter or are you like the rest of us? Sometimes one round just isn't enough.

I did that poop for a brother. moved all his stuff onto a different frame with a 10 degree kicked out wide glide front end. That was one sweet ride!

Welcome from Arkansas.

Welcome from Arkansas. I saw 40 in my rearview mirror quite a while ago.

Good job! Glad to see you have a running rifle.

That's gorgeous! I envy you a sunset like that!

Welcome from Arkansas

Interesting. Just goes to show how tech can be used in different ways.

I used to be a truck driver. I had a load of custom boats to deliver in Brooklyn, NY. I got there too late to deliver and decided to just park in their driveway and wait until the morning. A NYCPD officer came up, asked what I was doing. I told him. He said, "Well, if you insist on sleeping here, take that pistol I know you have and keep it under your pillow. At least, that way, you can kid yourself that you'll be alive in the morning." I'd already worn the badge for several years previously, and I thought I could tell BS from RS (real sh*t). End of story? I got up and drove back into New Jersey for the night. And, yes, I did have a "pistol" in the truck. My .45 ACP Colt Combat Commander. Not that it would have done me any good if I got my stupid throat cut in my sleep.

My then-wife and I moved from Illinois to Texas in 1970. We stopped at a roadside diner somewhere in east Texas for a break. We were sitting at a booth when some guy walked in and the place broke into cheers and applause. Turns out, the guy had been driving down the road when he saw a Texas State Trooper, who had apparently pulled over a car, shot. The car driver got out of his car and shot the trooper again. Our hero stopped his pickup, pulled out his rifle, and dropped the guy who had shot the trooper. I looked around and said "Honey, I think I'm home." So, yeah, it's not just a meme.

I knew you were a sensible person, @392heminut! Cute girls were made to be hugged!

A good read, and it sounds like a good man. I worked an Armed Forces Police unit in Olongapo City, PI, back in the late '60s. My best friend was a Marine sergeant named Joe (won't mention his last name) who came in one day, looking shook as hell. Asked what was up, he said he'd wanted a .45 auto, so he mailed it home, one part at a time, once per week. When he mailed the last part home, a week later he got a package in the mail. Opened it up and there was the .45, fully assembled, and with a note that said "Don't try it again." signed "ONI." He was a good grunt, so I guess they wanted to give him a break. Glad they did.

Oh my godl! A man bun? Say it ain't so, @98Z5V!

This makes me want to either cry or puke. I think it's the lawsuits that say "your machine killed my (fill in the blank)" and I can't blame them (Colt) for getting out. But I hate it. My constant companion, back when I wore blue, was a Colt Combat Commander in (what else?) .45 ACP. What a sweet friend.