Backyard eggs and locally roasted covfefe.
Toilet.
Ew.
Whatever perverse way you derive enjoyment from a toilet is something I'd rather you kept to yourself.
But I guess at least you're experiencing joy.
Um, thinking on that... My grandmother had an outhouse when I was a kid. So, I've seen the world go from indoor plumbing to shit in a hand basket.
Wait...you shit in a handbasket? Eeewww.
There's nothing as joyous as a proper excrimeditation.
only wimmin go ew and gross and creep
Aw, I am so sorry that mean girls have hurt your sweet boyish feelings. That must have been hard for you.
Living in a 100% White village
5.56 ammo.
Not being a nigger
Sitting on my leather couch in my nice house located in my mostly white state
the fucking internet
Electricity, mostly. Also my Bugatti chiron.
Finally! A man who does not heat his house by burning dung, and transports himself with something other than a mule-driven cart!
Unchecked privilege
The box of shells I found for my old .375 H&H.
What do you hunt with that thumper?
Moose and bear. Getting too old for much hunting any more but might get lucky just riding around. (I live in Alaska)
Its all brownies up there around cook inlet, right? Or are there black bear too?
A rugged man! Living off the land! With many guns and not much in terms of wit!
I respect it! Very American!
All of them.
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