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

I'm not so sure that it's a "communist" problem as it is a "pussy" problem.


Hell, maybe learn how to hang a fucking picture.


Wat's picture hanging directions for Lit Pussies.

1: Call someone to hang the picture.
2: Post on Lit about how fucking smart you are


:ROFLMAO: :nana:
 
Wat is basically an exhibitionist who equates hanging pictures and shooting guns with sexual prowess:

"Hey evvabody, look at me cuz I can hang a picture! Also, one time I built a set of shelves! Hey evvabody, look, look, look! See, I can do stuff other than copying memes"

Very good, Wat. You're a credit to special needs incels everywhere. However, this does not mean that women will flock to be the "cum dumpster" you fantasized about in one of the adolescent poems you posted on Lit.
 
In a controversy the instant we feel anger we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves.

~ Buddha


“Be patient with the young, kind to the old, encourage those who are trying, be tolerant of the weak and those who do wrong. Sometime in your life you will find yourself in these situations.”

“Be compassionate to all beings, rich or poor; each has his own suffering. Some suffer too much, others too little.”

“Teach these three truths to all beings: a warm heart, kind words, a life of service, and compassion are the things that will renew humanity.”


******


'Perpetual quietness of heart. It is to have no trouble. It is never to be fretted or vexed, irritable or sore; to wonder at nothing that is done to me, to feel nothing done against me. It is to be at rest when nobody praises me, and when I am blamed or despised, it is to have a blessed home in myself where I can go in and shut the door and kneel to my Father in secret and be at peace, as in a deep sea of calmness, when all around and about is seeming trouble.'



https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c4/9f/1e/c49f1eba8614d6fd7e6121a4ce071113.jpg
 
It takes about 4 hours to train them to be able to hit a man sized target at 500 yards . . .


with open/iron sights.



So says a fellow who would know.


Not sure how long it took me, but I figured it out on my own.

<-- 2 shots to learn how to hit a 5 gal bucket of water at 150 yards with open sights on an ancient 7mm Mauser. First shot missed. Second one created a geyser and ended the film career of the bucket. I think I was 12 at the time.

Of course I was given a BB gun at something like age 6 or 7 so rifle proficiency was to be expected. I also practiced archery until switching to guns.
 
<-- 2 shots to learn how to hit a 5 gal bucket of water at 150 yards with open sights on an ancient 7mm Mauser. First shot missed. Second one created a geyser and ended the film career of the bucket. I think I was 12 at the time.

Of course I was given a BB gun at something like age 6 or 7 so rifle proficiency was to be expected. I also practiced archery until switching to guns.


I was deprived of adequate shooting practice when I was little. I have since made up for it.


There is much to be said for a hard hold.
 
Last edited:
I was deprived of adequate shooting practice when I was little. I have since made up for it.


There is much to be said for a hard hold.

I had lots of young boy experiences as a lad. My parents were big on "get out of the house and go play." So I did. As I got older, back in the days when you could park your car at a trailhead and go hiking for a couple of hours and return to find your car not stripped or vandalized, I had a 50's 4x4 Willy's pickup that I'd drive out into the desert, park, and then disappear for a few days with only a canteen of water. Sometimes I'd come back starving, others I'd be fat and happy. Never had an issue with finding water, if the wagon trains and Indians could do it, so could I. But then again, I wasn't stupid enough to do it in Death Valley during August either.

It made for fun times growing up.
 
I had lots of young boy experiences as a lad. My parents were big on "get out of the house and go play." So I did. As I got older, back in the days when you could park your car at a trailhead and go hiking for a couple of hours and return to find your car not stripped or vandalized, I had a 50's 4x4 Willy's pickup that I'd drive out into the desert, park, and then disappear for a few days with only a canteen of water. Sometimes I'd come back starving, others I'd be fat and happy. Never had an issue with finding water, if the wagon trains and Indians could do it, so could I. But then again, I wasn't stupid enough to do it in Death Valley during August either.

It made for fun times growing up.


My times were decent but a lot more in town. I know, go figure. I pretty much walked everywhere I went. I learned to drive and I stayed out of the house every chance I’d get.


I still wonder about today’s utes….
 
My times were decent but a lot more in town. I know, go figure. I pretty much walked everywhere I went. I learned to drive and I stayed out of the house every chance I’d get.
Yup, sounds like the sad family life of a city boy.

BoBo "Chad" dealt with some of the same issues.
 
My times were decent but a lot more in town. I know, go figure. I pretty much walked everywhere I went. I learned to drive and I stayed out of the house every chance I’d get.


I still wonder about today’s utes….

Oh I had the local scene thing too. I played baseball/football/basketball/etc during the seasons with neighbors at first then a large group of friends later in my teens. Ran cross-country/track during school and almost made the swim team once before the coach figured out that I smoked and hung around with the bad boys.

During the summer we went to the drive in with a caravan of cars full of friends and we all parked next to each other and threw popcorn at the screen during the lame scenes.

Drove my first car solo at 13.

Definitely good times and the world was a lot simpler back then.
 
Back
Top