2 minutes ago, DirtyDigz said:

The second to last is profoundly inaccurate. It should have included buying more 1911's!

There's that Stacey Abrams park bench again!!

3 hours ago, JackDaWack said:

The second to last is profoundly inaccurate. It should have included buying more 1911's!

EVERYONE should own multiple 1911s !

Do as I say - And I do.

Most of y'

5 hours ago, JackDaWack said:

The second to last is profoundly inaccurate. It should have included buying more 1911's!

You're obviously somewhere in stage 3 or 4.

22 minutes ago, DirtyDigz said:

Most of y'

You're obviously somewhere in stage 3 or 4.

Stages 1-4, rinse repeat. An indefinite cycle of insanity. 

17 minutes ago, Downtownv said:

 

Actually, there is. Thank you, John Moses Browning!

 

3 hours ago, njJoniGuy said:

 

Just one 230 grain pill cures it. 

 

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I never even partied like it was 1999.

That's cause the panic then was Y2K was supposed to make all the electricity shut off.

1 hour ago, Zabuca said:

That's funny I get 3 times as many dem requests for $$$ mostly touted from Stacy "I is the new Aunt Jemima" Abrams.

 

Let's check with her husband... Uncle Jemima!

 

OMG someone is cleaning up after Stacey Abrams!

The new Aunt Jemima!

 

Missing the gap.  Photoshopped 

2 hours ago, Bklynracer said:

<Picture of horse poop.>

This reminds me of a joke I heard a long time ago.

In a parched and dusty western town, a reclusive gold prospector from the mountain rode in.  The town mayor and a couple  buddies who were sitting outside the barber shop watched the prospector ride up to the general store.  The prospector dismounted and hitched his horse.  After dusting off the caked on dirt, he then walked around to the rear, lifted the horse's tail and kissed it squarely on it's asshole.  The shocked mayor got up and approached the prospector.  You!, You there, just what was that!  The prospector replied huh?  The increasingly incensed mayor said We got laws ag'in immoral behavior like that.  Why'd you kiss that horse on the bum?"  The prospector replied, Oh, that.  I got me a might powerful case of chapped lips.  The now confused mayor asks  " Is that some sorta Indian cure".  No sir, it ain't no cure, but it sure as shit keeps me from lick'n my lips.

Cosmopolitan Wakes Up. Arf!