Foreign Weapons and Obscure Builds V3

GA Firing Line
3

3x

Sasquatch
Site Supporter
Kalash Klub
Oct 14, 2019
13,970
71,126
113
The Diddle Shack
Zip code
30316
Bigigloopt2 said:
I hope I get shot by 65 year old Carl and his WW2 era 1911 after his PSA-15 shits the bed. And lord help him if it ain’t in .45
Click to expand...
Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
 
  • Haha
  • Like
  • Love
Reactions: Axeman, Red Squirrel 556, Slacker1972 and 12 others
Jstegman1

Jstegman1

Clown Baby
Site Supporter
Kalash Klub
Oct 14, 2019
11,462
57,175
113
Da moon
3x said:
Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
Click to expand...
Modern day J. Peterman
 
  • Like
Reactions: DeanMoriarty, 3x, 2Glocks and 1 other person
Bigigloopt2

Bigigloopt2

Meme boojahideen
Kalash Klub
Oct 31, 2019
7,908
46,014
113
Earth
3x said:
Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
Click to expand...
The Duluth pants part left me dead, I’m cryine
 
  • Like
  • Haha
Reactions: DeanMoriarty, 3x, 2Glocks and 4 others
T_Max

T_Max

Master of the Meat
Super Moderator
Kalash Klub
Lifetime Supporter
Apr 30, 2015
8,317
41,920
113
NW GA
3x said:
Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
Click to expand...
WTF
 
  • Haha
  • Like
Reactions: DeanMoriarty, 3x, 2Glocks and 3 others
EugenFJR

EugenFJR

An anchor on a ship of fools.
Kalash Klub
Lifetime Supporter
Jul 3, 2015
4,564
16,321
113
Your mom's house
Zip code
90210
3x said:
Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
Click to expand...

Carl deserves to die since he sporterized a K98...
 
  • Like
  • Haha
Reactions: DeanMoriarty, 3x, 2Glocks and 7 others
AC-130 Above

AC-130 Above

WTB: SVT-40
Kalash Klub
Oct 14, 2019
8,045
37,497
113
Newnan
Zip code
30263
3x said:
Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
Click to expand...
Bro... well done. The Duluth trading pants got me good hahaha
 
  • Like
Reactions: DeanMoriarty, 3x, Bigigloopt2 and 3 others
1776

1776

World Class Dick Wrangler
Site Supporter
Kalash Klub
Sep 5, 2015
3,590
8,600
113
Da SAV
Zip code
31401
3x said:
Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
Click to expand...
This....this deserves a fucking award...
 
  • Like
Reactions: dial1911, DeanMoriarty and Jstegman1
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top Bottom