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The best bayonets are the triangle-spikes. Gaping wound, unstaunchable...

Rust is "just as good." As long as the rifle is immaculate.
 
The best bayonets are the triangle-spikes. Gaping wound, unstaunchable...

Rust is "just as good." As long as the rifle is immaculate.



All of those I own are ComBloc in origin.


Of course, I could always fabricate something and weld that bitch.


Sparks a'flyin' . . . .
 
I have a thick, black nasty looking one for the Czeck47...,

... never been used. Always a first time...
 
I have a reproduction for the Fascist Killer(s).


It has that "reach out and touch someone" feature . . . .
 
... speaking of hats...,

I have a new one, black.
Came in a little ammo case.
Some gun rights advocacy group.

I just added it to the collection of hats I never wear.
 
The US considered something like that. TR demonstrated that fallacy in that thinking, so we got the regular Cold Hard version that Wat likes instead.


M1905:


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Nope. They just accumulate. 'Round here, everyone gives away ball caps.

All the crackers wear them. I kind of stand out.

I'm outstanding.


~rimshot~
 
I am the special 4X4 Short-block Hemi Yellow school bus...


... with the black racing stripe down the side.


Dualies, Christian bale spike



LEDs
 
It's too noisy for Yours Truly, but I get the sentiment. I had a place I hung out for years. Did write a bit there. Drank pitchers of water, pots of coffee, smoked cartons of Camels . . . .


Tipped the help. Always tipped the help.


Always generously.


Coffee House Poets​

By: Albert Huffstickler​




They like to write
where people are.
They like a little noise
with their silence.
They want to look up
and see something.
They want to be surprised.
They like the flow
of bodies around them.
Or perhaps it's just loneliness--
yes, that too.
But more than that:
they like the atmosphere
a little smoke laden.
They like aromas--
coffee, tobacco, meat frying.
They like the sudden revelation
as eyes look off
or blur with tears
looking across a table.
Where others court eternity,
they're in love with the moment
in all its tawdriness and glory,
that instant when truth appears
out of nowhere--a truth
as simple and as natural
as people sitting together
in a room over coffee
in all their vulnerability
and their humanness.
 
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