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Equally for you when I got a bomb strapped to my body linked to my pulse with a blast radius of 50 yards....that's a circumference of 2π r mutha sucka...lets see you get away from that with your pulse intact.
He does and boy does it kick like a mother fucker
My brother is into construction and we actually built a 400 yard shooting range on this guys 30 acre property in the middle of nowhere in central ohio. Surrounded by woods, lakes, etc. Some tight as shit right there, the only gun that can be heard from the road is the SVD. We also built a small indoor shooting range for this guys hand gun collection. This guy is a millonaire and had money to burn...he and his dad have over 5000 guns collection from WWI on up to current snipers.
trying to satellite image it now....
He does and boy does it kick like a mother fucker
My brother is into construction and we actually built a 400 yard shooting range on this guys 30 acre property in the middle of nowhere in central ohio. Surrounded by woods, lakes, etc. Some tight as shit right there, the only gun that can be heard from the road is the SVD. We also built a small indoor shooting range for this guys hand gun collection. This guy is a millonaire and had money to burn...he and his dad have over 5000 guns collection from WWI on up to current snipers.
trying to satellite image it now....
That's when you feel that little prick between your 5th and 6th ribs on the left side of your chest and the whisp of air you hear isn't the wind. It's the sound of your lung deflating. Then the warm water drenching the left side of your guilly suit isn't warm rain, it's the blood dripping the bite to your brachial artery that my Gerber Silver Trident just gave you. The coldness in your legs is the sensation you get from slipping of my knife between your lower vertebrae, and the crunch you just heard, that's me twisting. The crunching of leaves you hear is me walking away and the pounding your right ear is you slowing pulse and weakening heart. The sick feeling in your gut has nothing whatsoever to do with anything that happened in the last 20-25 seconds. It's your pride leaving you because you just remembered that you have a bomb strapped to your body and the last thought you'll ever have has been stolen by the ghost that just became a whisper in your shortly ending life.
Nice but you forgot about my concealed CZ-75 automatic handgun that unleashes a clip in your backside leaving you with a strange burning sensation that is the last bit of feeling your nerves will ever feel as you grow paralyzed...unfortunately for you that doesn't get you close to the parameter of the blast radius and within a millisecond of my life's end your body along with mine become antimatter.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
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Then, out of the cloud of ashes comes a familiar figure, the figure of a muscular former Navy SEAL. It is none other than Michael Burke, the last thing Cam or AA knew anything about was the slow trickle of urine through their scolding eye sockets. But he didn't stop there, he proceeded to sodomize both of their dead bodies (Not Cameron's though, he could only find pieces, so he fucked his spleen.).
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