Discussion in 'Camp Wordforge' started by Paladin, Jul 1, 2016.
I'm mining some gold in California; once I've gotten my fill, I'm out.
Day 616 of the Gunpocalypse. I figure once I'm done prospectin' in California and leave the state, I'll turn my ambitions on more steady employment. Possibly something in the transportation industry, such as a hostler or livery keeper. Or possibly something in the tech industry, such as a telegram boy. Either route will surely earn me several dollars per week.
Day 962. My worst fears have come true. After 8 years of wetting my panties over that nigg Obummer never once promising to ban bumpstocks, even though we all knew he really would. Even though he didn't. My worst fears have come true. Trump has.
Now how will I help genocide children in cages?
I guess I'll have to keep mining gold. Even though I've been beaten to it by like 170 years.
Day 1,040. The impossible has happened. I can no longer order a straw in a restaurant. Now how am I supposed to drink a beverage without spilling it all over myself? Well, at least now I won't get penis envy over the length of straws.
Warned. Wrong forum for that.
Day 1,123. The SJWs tried to keep me down, but I'm finally free. Pretty soon we will have a Supreme Court in my favor. Pretty soon all the justices will repeal the plastic bag ban.
That's a rather stupid reason for a warning.
The OP started a political conversation on gun ownership. Good humored satire isn't allowed as part of the conversation?
If this is only about gun wanking then make this a private forum so you may circle-jerk without interruption.
And give me a very stern warning while you're at it.
And warn the OP while you're at it too...
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