The AR-15 Has No Business Being in the Hands of Civilians

HOLY SHIT, GUNSMOKE??? I have not even thought of that show for years. I'm going to see if I can find it on my YouTube TV.
 
Matt.. I need to tell you you're sounding like a bit of a cartoon character here. I'd take it down just a couple notches, my friend :)

But.. since I can never let things go, I now have to try to best you on a goofball threat. So here goes:

Matt Dillon: Let me tell you son, I've eaten rednecks like you for breakfast and then fertilized farmland with your waste. I'm your worst nightmare - you don't want any of this, trust me!

That's nice, cupcake. :rolleyes:

Do you really want to be in fear when you step outside tomorrow?

If not, I ain't the one to fuck with.
 
Matt.. I need to tell you you're sounding like a bit of a cartoon character here. I'd take it down just a couple notches, my friend :)

But.. since I can never let things go, I now have to try to best you on a goofball threat. So here goes:

Matt Dillon: Let me tell you son, I've eaten rednecks like you for breakfast and then fertilized farmland with your waste. I'm your worst nightmare - you don't want any of this, trust me!

That's nice, cupcake. :rolleyes:

Do you really want to be in fear when you step outside tomorrow?

If not, I ain't the one to fuck with.

I could be in a position to do you in. Been there, done that.

You ain't never messed with a cracker like me because you would not be alive, punk boy.
 
That's nice, cupcake. :rolleyes:

Do you really want to be in fear when you step outside tomorrow?

If not, I ain't the one to fuck with.

I could be in a position to do you in. Been there, done that.

You ain't never messed with a cracker like me because you would not be alive, punk boy.
People that cross Matt Dillon end up taking a dirt nap on Boot Hill.
 
People that cross Matt Dillon end up taking a dirt nap on Boot Hill.

Matt Dillon does not lose, and always makes the right decisions. I'm not talking about myself in 3rd person, I'm talking about the James Arness character, but yeah.

I wish I always made the right decisions. I've idolized Matt Dillon since I was 3.

Always making the right decisions is something to be inspired to do. Not every man can do that.
 
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That's nice, cupcake. :rolleyes:

Do you really want to be in fear when you step outside tomorrow?

If not, I ain't the one to fuck with.

Dammit! Alright, I'll do it one more time. At least today you're not talking about sucking Kellyannes saggy A-cups.. so we get some sweet relief from that.

Ahem:

Matthew - In my life, there have been two kinds of people who have crossed and lived.

Wait. no.. I guess there's only one kind of person then. Would you like to be one of them?
 
Dammit! Alright, I'll do it one more time. At least today you're not talking about sucking Kellyannes saggy A-cups.. so we get some sweet relief from that.

Ahem:

Matthew - In my life, there have been two kinds of people who have crossed and lived.

Wait. no.. I guess there's only one kind of person then. Would you like to be one of them?

This guy shot at me with a pistol one night. I was overlooking his shop the next morning with a rifle. He didn't come in and I got wind he was around that afternoon, so I went and found the motherfucker.

We quashed it before anybody died.

That same night this other guy tried to run him over with a car..he was standing right next to me and the guy's coming for him at like..60; This is a big fat motherfucker, too.

Okay so the car is there. One of those scaled-down GM 80s V6 cars. Like a Grand Prix or something in the smaller 80s v6 version it was some kinda green and pearl white..He jumps into the air tucking his legs back, the bumper hits just above his knee going about 60, it propels him into a flip over the car as it passes underneath, and the motherfucker lands on his feet like nothing happened. :shock:

If I didn't see it I wouldn't believe it. That almost run-down was involved with him pulling a pistol. We quashed it all the next day. You can't go through life with hate and being out to get a motherfucker.

Oh, I've wallered with the guy that was trying to do the running down that night too, for different reasons. That motherfucker sucker-punched me and used me helping him try to find his phone as a ruse to do it.

Needless to say I was .38 hot after that. I was pissssssed! He didn't get around me no more for a week or so. Bah, I couldn't be that mad at him, I told him if he kept doing what he was doing I was gonna hit him. I gave him fair warning which he did

not heed and bashed him right in his face straight up. He had to trick me to try and get a punch in. He got a mad cracker he was running from right after that, too.
 
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This guy shot at me with a pistol one night. I was overlooking his shop the next morning with a rifle. He didn't come in and I got wind he was around that afternoon, so I went and found the motherfucker.

We quashed it before anybody died.

That same night this other guy tried to run him over with a car..he was standing right next to me and the guy's coming for him at like..60; This is a big fat motherfucker, too.

Okay so the car is there. One of those scaled-down GM 80s V6 cars. Like a Grand Prix or something in the smaller 80s v6 version it was some kinda green and pearl white..He jumps into the air tucking his legs back, the bumper hits just above his knee going about 60, it propels him into a flip over the car as it passes underneath, and the motherfucker lands on his feet like nothing happened. :shock:

If I didn't see it I wouldn't believe it. That almost run-down was involved with him pulling a pistol. We quashed it all the next day. You can't go through life with hate and being out to get a motherfucker.

Oh, I've wallered with the guy that was trying to do the running down that night too, for different reasons. That motherfucker sucker-punched me and used me helping him try to find his phone as a ruse to do it.

Needless to say I was .38 hot after that. I was pissssssed! He didn't get around me no more for a week or so. Bah, I couldn't be that mad at him, I told him if he kept doing what he was doing I was gonna hit him. I gave him fair warning which he did

not heed and bashed him right in his face straight up. He had to trick me to try and get a punch in.
No one ever wins a fight with Matt Dillon.
 
This guy shot at me with a pistol one night. I was overlooking his shop the next morning with a rifle. He didn't come in and I got wind he was around that afternoon, so I went and found the motherfucker.

We quashed it before anybody died.

That same night this other guy tried to run him over with a car..he was standing right next to me and the guy's coming for him at like..60; This is a big fat motherfucker, too.

Okay so the car is there. One of those scaled-down GM 80s V6 cars. Like a Grand Prix or something in the smaller 80s v6 version it was some kinda green and pearl white..He jumps into the air tucking his legs back, the bumper hits just above his knee going about 60, it propels him into a flip over the car as it passes underneath, and the motherfucker lands on his feet like nothing happened. :shock:

If I didn't see it I wouldn't believe it. That almost run-down was involved with him pulling a pistol. We quashed it all the next day. You can't go through life with hate and being out to get a motherfucker.

Oh, I've wallered with the guy that was trying to do the running down that night too, for different reasons. That motherfucker sucker-punched me and used me helping him try to find his phone as a ruse to do it.

Needless to say I was .38 hot after that. I was pissssssed! He didn't get around me no more for a week or so. Bah, I couldn't be that mad at him, I told him if he kept doing what he was doing I was gonna hit him. I gave him fair warning which he did

not heed and bashed him right in his face straight up. He had to trick me to try and get a punch in. He got a mad cracker he was running from right after that, too.

Wow, that's some serious shit. I'm a retired rugby player. The last fight I was in was in a game - maybe 20 years ago - and that was only because some douche was throwing haymakers at our scrum half. All I did was double-arm-bar him, take him to the ground and it was over in 2 seconds. I'm a former wrestler as well. People have tried to incite me to fight them since then, but I would never throw a punch.. I was at a BWW in San Antonio maybe 5 years ago - and this guy thought I pushed him, it was someone else, but all of the sudden he's in my face screaming "you want to fuck with me!?" over and over. He was obviously raging about something not having anything to do with me. I just stood there. Let him be in my face. Said absolutely nothing, just stared back at him until one of the servers intervened - and that was the end of that.

I guess I prefer not to have my lip split or running into someone angry and carrying.
 
Wow, that's some serious shit. I'm a retired rugby player. The last fight I was in was in a game - maybe 20 years ago - and that was only because some douche was throwing haymakers at our scrum half. All I did was double-arm-bar him, take him to the ground and it was over in 2 seconds. I'm a former wrestler as well. People have tried to incite me to fight them since then, but I would never throw a punch.. I was at a BWW in San Antonio maybe 5 years ago - and this guy thought I pushed him, it was someone else, but all of the sudden he's in my face screaming "you want to fuck with me!?" over and over. He was obviously raging about something not having anything to do with me. I just stood there. Let him be in my face. Said absolutely nothing, just stared back at him until one of the servers intervened - and that was the end of that.

I guess I prefer not to have my lip split or running into someone angry and carrying.
No mag at the door??
 
No. I'm a lover, my friend, not a fighter. I love my face too much :)

IDGAF. :laugh:

Talk that shit and get your shit split is how I am.

My nose has broken 7x, none from fighting.

5x football and 2x basketball.

One memorable time I shoestring tackled this 6-foot-something black boy while he was spinning.

Son a bitch them size 12s came across my face and took my nose to the left.

I popped it back straight and kept on playing and we won.

It only bled a little bit.

I still remember the tread on the bottom of them shoes. It was all white and zigzaggy.

:laugh:

That boy did not make any touchdowns on me. I had his number.

I made a couple.

Other time just going up for a rebound and catching a bow to the nose..it can happen. :dunno:

Basketball is a great sport, though. It's pure sport. The fakes and the plays and all..I love it!
 
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IDGAF. :laugh:

Talk that shit and get your shit split is how I am.

My nose has broken 7x, none from fighting.

5x football and 2x basketball.

One memorable time I shoestring tackled this 6-foot-something black boy while he was spinning.

Son a bitch them size 12s came across my face and took my nose to the left.

I popped it back straight and kept on playing and we won.

It only bled a little bit.

I still remember the tread on the bottom of them shoes. It was all white and zigzaggy.

:laugh:

That boy did not make any touchdowns on me. I had his number.

I made a couple.

Other time just going up for a rebound and catching a bow to the nose..it can happen. :dunno:

Basketball is a great sport, though. It's pure sport. The fakes and the plays and all..I love it!
What do size 12s smell like?
 
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