Arms Issues
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Please tell me you're not actually killing feral cats with a wrist rocket.
Nobody is that awesome.
Stifle Tower
Punch Bowl Re-Filler
My triceps are a little flabby and I've lost a bit of height on the bi's. Need to hit the weights hard again!
You want me to admit to a felony on a Jazz message board?
If you were on The Fecal Roster, you would eat those words.
Hartsock
Banned
I hope you kill all the feral cats and then get the hantavirus from mouse poooooop. Cats 4 lyfe.
DutchJazzer
Banned
when I read this thread title, I thought this was gonna be a thread about my right arm being more muscular than my left arm.
when I read this thread title, I thought this was gonna be a thread about my right arm being more muscular than my left arm.
If you had a good woman that wouldn't be a problem. rookie.
Truth be told, I have captured nine of them so far, taken them to the vet, had them fixed, clipped their ear (you know, to weaponize them), and gave them their first round of shots. As a self proclaimed hater of cats, I can't believe I took those steps. To top it off, for the last year or so, five of those nine practically live in my garage, they all have names, I actually buy cat food and kitty litter, and I talk to them every day when I leave home and when I come home. I even got a collar for one of the little females that I really like. (it's cute as ****, has a little bell on it so I can always hear her coming) In the two years that I have been "rescuing" these little bass turds, I've essentially overcome my allergies that I had. Believe me when I tell you that even walking into a house that had a cat was enough to ruin my day. Touching one without washing my hands immediately would certainly spell a near death experience for me just 24 months ago. Now? They climb all over me, I scratch 'em, etc. and I don't even get the sniffles. My body = Temple.
However, there are two males that still roam the 'hood that I can't catch, and at this point, don't care to catch. They are the source of my wrath. I watched one of them almost kill my favorite little one (with the collar) during this spring's rut. I've seen the other one almost kill the only other male that sticks around (he seriously was the name sake for the term "pussycat") -- poor guy didn't eat, drink, or move from his bed for three days. (ya, I bought a big ol' dog house for them, /sigh) (and I built an enclosed "run" out of plywood so they could escape the neighborhood dogs that seem to think it's funny to chase my cats) The big males don't come around my place anymore ever since I got my "Zombie Slayer". I spent 20 minutes or so doing some target practice in my back yard, and damn, those things are pretty accurate and hazardous. It only took two or three marbles to the *** coming at 900 feet per second for them to get the big picture. Now the only time I see them is when they are running for their lives when I pull onto my street.
Clearly, you've never been married.
Truth be told, I have captured nine of them so far, taken them to the vet, had them fixed, clipped their ear (you know, to weaponize them), and gave them their first round of shots. As a self proclaimed hater of cats, I can't believe I took those steps. To top it off, for the last year or so, five of those nine practically live in my garage, they all have names, I actually buy cat food and kitty litter, and I talk to them every day when I leave home and when I come home. I even got a collar for one of the little females that I really like. (it's cute as ****, has a little bell on it so I can always hear her coming) In the two years that I have been "rescuing" these little bass turds, I've essentially overcome my allergies that I had. Believe me when I tell you that even walking into a house that had a cat was enough to ruin my day. Touching one without washing my hands immediately would certainly spell a near death experience for me just 24 months ago. Now? They climb all over me, I scratch 'em, etc. and I don't even get the sniffles. My body = Temple.
However, there are two males that still roam the 'hood that I can't catch, and at this point, don't care to catch. They are the source of my wrath. I watched one of them almost kill my favorite little one (with the collar) during this spring's rut. I've seen the other one almost kill the only other male that sticks around (he seriously was the name sake for the term "pussycat") -- poor guy didn't eat, drink, or move from his bed for three days. (ya, I bought a big ol' dog house for them, /sigh) (and I built an enclosed "run" out of plywood so they could escape the neighborhood dogs that seem to think it's funny to chase my cats) The big males don't come around my place anymore ever since I got my "Zombie Slayer". I spent 20 minutes or so doing some target practice in my back yard, and damn, those things are pretty accurate and hazardous. It only took two or three marbles to the *** coming at 900 feet per second for them to get the big picture. Now the only time I see them is when they are running for their lives when I pull onto my street.
Clearly, you've never been married.
I am married right now. Im sorry that you settle for the attraction and heat leave your relationship. I do not settle for that. All that crap about how the heat leaves a relationship is just that, Crap. It leaves when you and your partner allow it.
Um, durka durka? Thanks for the analysis Dr. Freud. Did it ever cross your mind that my wife just doesn't want to have sex with me? I thought it was common knowledge that I am, shall we say, endowed with certain elephant traits. We can't have "heat in the relationship" for other reasons than what you think, dolt.
I'm sorry you have big ears, a big nose and are fat.
I was going to go with stink and crap on the front lawn but yours work just as well.
Lots of folks selling ammo on utahgunexchange.com if you're willing to pay a premium.
Plenty of 9mm, but most want $20-25 a box. ****.
Archie Moses
Well-Known Member
May I suggest working out hard for 5 months, kind sir?