I LOL’d

Robert Francis ‘Beto’ O’rourke, the Fake Irish Taco…
God I think thats such an apt name.
What a fucking Douchecanoe.

Are there ANY politicians worth anything other than being strapped live to a popup target range?

Now that is something I’d pay to participate in.

Strap those motherfuckers to a frame on the 300 meter KD (known distance) Range and pop ’em up.

“Ready on the Left?  Left is ready!”
“Ready on the Right? Right is ready!”
“Lock n’ Load-one-30-round-magazine-and-WATCH-your-lane!”

Target Pops up, politician strapped to frame: >AAAAAAAAAAH!<

“BLAMMITY-BLAM!”

>gurgle<

Giggles up and down the range.  I know it.

More later.  Today was a 9 hour shift and I’m still on call.
The Intrepid Reporter
Big Country

By BigCountryExpat

Fuck you if you can't take a joke. No one gets out alive so eat me.

3 comments

  1. So, a dead body starts smelling worse or a GSV and you get to clean the mess after hours… I rather stay at home a quaff a beer. Ain't nothing worse then a fermenting body playing it's version of Jiffy-Pop Pop Corn.

    1. Well, if you give the bodies the Knob Creek treatment, all the flamy-flamy and explody stuffs will take care of the cleanup. Well, that and all the scavengers afterwards. Just close the range for a week or two.

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