Wat’s Carbon Water-N-Stuff Thread - Concepts In Iron And Wood!!!

Hey, JPC and TrailerHitch, get back in your cage. And don't say anything that might upset Wat's bitch.
Yeah, faggot. Show off your transphobia. I have no personal connection with Wat. I became interested in his posts because i, unlike the entire rest of this site, know who the original Wat Tyler was.

Plus i hate bullies. I'm known for helping bullies get medical attention.

Don't try to lynch me. Transwomen routinely call bullies faggots. You chuds exploit my community while you insult us.

You'll never talk this guff in public. You're no Arnie Palmer. Just another bozo. Or PooPoo PeePee's alt. Have another chocy milky. Mommy'll clean up your mess.

( O )( O )
 
That's the Fat Boy version of the sitting position. The one that isn't sitting in a chair at the bench.


Prone seems to be best, better to give and to receive. Less to hit and more to hit with.


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Now, I can see that as the lawn-chair redneck sitting firing position, especially if it's one of those cool, new lawn chairs with cup holders in the arms...

Armed, in the arms, how could life get any better out here in Allah's country?
 
We ignore the trolls in the thread.

We call it being civilized; just don't respond and they go away...

They need conflict like the Harmoniums on Mars need good, good, good, good vibrations to thrive.
 
Yeah, faggot. Show off your transphobia. I have no personal connection with Wat. I became interested in his posts because i, unlike the entire rest of this site, know who the original Wat Tyler was.

Plus i hate bullies. I'm known for helping bullies get medical attention.

Don't try to lynch me. Transwomen routinely call bullies faggots. You chuds exploit my community while you insult us.

You'll never talk this guff in public. You're no Arnie Palmer. Just another bozo. Or PooPoo PeePee's alt. Have another chocy milky. Mommy'll clean up your mess.

( O )( O )
This thread never fails to trigger.
 
Another Wat-style gun hoarder was just arrested and put on million dollar bond in Arizona. He had over 100 guns and ample ammo for all of them.

With all that armament in his white supremacist compound, he was unable to overcome his ammosexual urge to ejaculate his weapons into an election campaign office multiple times. Apparently he disagreed with the policies of the Democratic candidates.

He was not allowed to bring any of his "sex toys" into his jail cell.
You can bullshit your ass up a tree but Kam and Tim won't take Wat's guns away.

You're no good at this, dork.

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WDS PSA FYI:


Inexorably, the following occurs:


Step #1: hate Wat for Wat's being Wat
Step #2: develop Wat Derangement Syndrome
Step #3: start construction of a malignant tumor to memorialize the hate
Step #4: by itself, the tumor will metastasize and migrate to the effected ass and become ass cancer.
Step #5: there will be, insh'Allah, years of pain and suffering.
Step #6: Allah will collect the sufferer at time of death and deposit him/her in the hottest corner of Islamic Hell, where the fires burn hotter, the torture is more painful, and Eternity lasts a bit longer.


Meanwhile, Wat will merrily pursue Living the Good Life as Allah's Favorite, buying more land and guns and helping the worthy and avoiding the unworthy and paying no attention to the hated-filled ass cancer sufferers. Comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.


Because things have a way of not working out the way that Litlibs would have us believe. In other words, they become owned and they don't even realize it. And the ass cancer pain must be agonizing.


Allah is Merciful . . . .
 
WDS PSA FYI:

Inexorably, the following occurs:

Step #1: hate Wat for Wat's being Wat
Step #2: develop Wat Derangement Syndrome
Step #3: start construction of a malignant tumor to memorialize the hate
Step #4: by itself, the tumor will metastasize and migrate to the effected ass and become ass cancer.
Step #5: there will be, insh'Allah, years of pain and suffering.
Step #6: Allah will collect the sufferer at time of death and deposit him/her in the hottest corner of Islamic Hell, where the fires burn hotter, the torture is more painful, and Eternity lasts a bit longer.


Meanwhile, Wat will merrily pursue Living the Good Life as Allah's Favorite, buying more land and guns and helping the worthy and avoiding the unworthy and paying no attention to the hated-filled ass cancer sufferers. Comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.


Because things have a way of not working out the way that Litlibs would have us believe. In other words, they become owned and they don't even realize it. And the ass cancer pain must be agonizing.


Allah is Merciful . . . .
^^^Wat's version of the Lord's Prayer.

We all tremble in fear...
 
WDS PSA FYI:


Inexorably, the following occurs:


Step #1: hate Wat for Wat's being Wat
Step #2: develop Wat Derangement Syndrome
Step #3: start construction of a malignant tumor to memorialize the hate
Step #4: by itself, the tumor will metastasize and migrate to the effected ass and become ass cancer.
Step #5: there will be, insh'Allah, years of pain and suffering.
Step #6: Allah will collect the sufferer at time of death and deposit him/her in the hottest corner of Islamic Hell, where the fires burn hotter, the torture is more painful, and Eternity lasts a bit longer.


Meanwhile, Wat will merrily pursue Living the Good Life as Allah's Favorite, buying more land and guns and helping the worthy and avoiding the unworthy and paying no attention to the hated-filled ass cancer sufferers. Comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.


Because things have a way of not working out the way that Litlibs would have us believe. In other words, they become owned and they don't even realize it. And the ass cancer pain must be agonizing.


Allah is Merciful . . . .
Hey, you old fucker!

You're repeating yourself!
:nana: :nana: :nana:
 
This thread never fails to trigger.
Trigger? Read this, after Mommy changes your diaper:

https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/magazine/1019939/american-gothic/

"Mr. Cucuzza comes to the Roths with Joey, bearing gifts; a cake and, for Herman Roth, a pistol. Philip’s father is baffled. What will he do with a gun? He believes in voting, not shooting, to defend his rights. Yet Mr. Cucuzza comprehends the dangers facing the Jewish family with much greater clarity: “Ifuh they come roun’,” he says, “how you gonna protect?” Herman Roth steadfastly refuses the offered item, until the night when gunfire is heard in Newark–not a pogrom, it turns out–and Philip’s father takes the gun from the Italian-American night watchman, who herds the Jews into an apartment formerly inhabited by a Jew who has committed suicide. There Mr. Cucuzza is transformed from a simple night watchman into the authentic “watchman of the night.” Roth writes: “the biggest man I had ever seen moved with a pistol through the darkened flat, stealthily advancing from window to window to ascertain with the eagle-eyed thoroughness of the veteran night watchman whether anyone lurked nearby with an ax, a gun, a rope, or a can of kerosene.' An inarticulate Catholic workman shelters the Jews, protects them, places his body between them and any threat, and offers no explanation for his action, except that he is disgusted by Mussolini and Hitler. Mr. Cucuzza is the epitome of the Righteous Gentile, and the personification of the authentic America.

"Philip Roth seems to have a fascination with armed resistance to totalitarianism: In I Married a Communist, a man in suburban New Jersey rids himself of the presence of a corrupt, loudmouthed Stalinist at gunpoint. Roth’s ability to reproduce the challenge of fascism in an American setting must in some part be owed to his long-cultivated interest in Eastern Europe and his reading of the literature of the Holocaust. He was the first to introduce to American audiences the Yugoslav author Danilo Kiš, the Polish writers Bruno Schulz (murdered by a Nazi) and Tadeusz Borowski (who survived Auschwitz but then committed suicide), and the Czech novelist Milan Kundera."

Good enough for me, Mabel. It's literature. And i do find antifascist resistance very, very erotic. Maybe because i lost family in the Holocaust. Maybe because I'm American.

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Hey, you old fucker!

You're repeating yourself!
:nana: :nana: :nana:


And that makes it any less relevant . . . how, exactly???


I'm still wat, they still have WDS, and they're cultivating ass cancer. Only Miserable Death is left for them.


With extra Pain-N-Suff'rin' thrown in for good measure.
 
And that makes it any less relevant . . . how, exactly???


I'm still wat, they still have WDS, and they're cultivating ass cancer. Only Miserable Death is left for them.


With extra Pain-N-Suff'rin' thrown in for good measure.
Martial Maxum

Repetition polishes the stone.

I am a rock. I am an Island. Call me Gabe...
 
Sometimes, the stone needs polish.


They should have prepped my car better when they shot paint on it last. I have an idea. It can be the Spring Project at the tech school auto body class.


As long as they use hammers, dollies and spoons, and maybe lead.


No Bondo!!!
 
I am stoned and polished.

It's grand!



The key to Bondo is patient layers, otherwise it will crack before they get into their driveway...
 
We had this ol' T-bird out back and we used its skin mainly.

I don't know what they make cars out of now, but that new Bondo crap looks strangely like corvette fiberglass compound...
 
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