Q:I was more calling him out on the idea that his apparent willingness to hit a feminist probably operates on the idea that they are a woman, and also that he thinks it's okay to hit anyone.
While I understand the idea behind it, in my mind at least, it obviously came across as more of the typical internet tough guy douchebaggery that we’ve all grown to know and love than anything else.
As to the second part…I think you completely failed to convey that idea. Though any potential joking aside, I will gladly agree that nobody deserves to be randomly hit/assaulted/etc.
I’d very much like to punch a feminist.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist.
It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Lets be honest. Nobody is going to do shit and everyone knows it.
At the very least I doubt you’d either a) be willing to give out your address or b) waste the time and money needed so you could simply play a game of fisticuffs. I know I’d at least rather waste my money on things more important.
Q:How does war change people?
Are you serious?
You’re placed in an environment that is hostile where someone wants you dead. Not just high school grudge, “Oh I hate that guy, I wish he was dead,” but rather this person is actively hunting you down and waiting for an opportunity to take your life or leave you mortally wounded.
Sometimes you get to see
friendsfamily members get maimed or killed in front of you. Family? Yeah, family. These are the closest people you have to family who will go out of their way to keep you alive if it means killing for you or worse, dying for you.
Spend 12+ months surrounded by these guys, who you will know better than their significant others, while you are under constant surveillance by the enemy who is waiting for that once chance to kill you or your
friendsfamily. I got lucky having only to do two deployments to Iraq. I have friends who I joined the Army with who are working on the fifth rotation overseas. After that 12 months, you get removed from that hostile environment and placed in “safe” area back home. You’re away from everyone who was busy keeping you alive. You’re surrounded by people constantly watching you. You get to spend the rest of your days living with decisions that you made in less than a split second, hoping that they were right and “what-iffing” all of the possibilities.
Exposure to combat isn’t something to be taken lightly. Not when their are peoples’ lives on the line. And it’s not just matters pertaining to death and violence, but things as simple as getting to see your girlfriend or kids, or getting text messages from them, or getting to shower everyday, or being able to eat decent food. It won’t just give you an appreciation for life on a level you never knew existed, but an appreciation for little things that you figured out how to live without.
Happy Turkey Day, nerds.
I’m out of state so I’m probably going to be slow posting anything too interesting.
That said, I did enable ask so have fun.
The world didn’t get worse, homie, your eyes just got wider.
I’m currently debating nabbing one as it seems reasonably priced and I’d expect magazines and any needed accessories would be pretty easy to find. This would also be my second pistol, my current one being a Springfield 1911 .45.
Thoughts on why I should or shouldn’t?
Q:That's actually kind of funny. Whenever I've been to or through St. Louis I'd say the same thing. I'm actually from the area. And the Great Escape at least used to be this great store for comics and old toys, video games, and whatnot.
I masturbated 4 times today.
Is it wrong that I think about fucking
you all the time?
I mean, Jesus, 4 times in one day?
In my head, I have your body down
to a science.
I know how to make you beg and I know
where to put my hands.
We touch each other like piano keys
and it is beautiful, the way we sing.
Maybe there are some things you
just shouldn’t say out loud.
Maybe that way you never have to
apologize for them.
It’s Wednesday and I am out of my mind.
I am counting the tiles on the kitchen
floor just for some peace.
1, 2, 3, we don’t even make it to the bed, 4, 5, 6, I bite your neck and draw blood, 7, 8.
My mom asks me what I am thinking
about and I want to throw up.
I keep counting.
Want is an ache that won’t leave me be,
even when I sleep.
On Thanksgiving, I am going
to lick the cranberry sauce off of
my fingers and wish it was you.
Flag is on the wrong side of her uniform.
Fucking Basic Training kids, I swear.
photo is mirrored for some reason…. check out the ejection port on the rifle.
I just like how she’s running while holding her rifle all sorts of awkward. I mean seriously, fuck the person to her side.