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Put a gun against his head, pulled the trigger now he's dead.phineas said:Has anyone here ever had to shoot anyone? Outside of sledog I mean
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Welcome to the world of AIDSPurpleThrobber said:
Put a gun against his head, pulled the trigger now he's dead.phineas said:Has anyone here ever had to shoot anyone? Outside of sledog I mean
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You're watching a young man on the video screen. It's all black and white. Color wouldn't do you much good to be honest. He has a gun, appears to be an AK-47. It's just a Tuesday morning, nothing special, pretty clear out. This young man is on the other side of the world minding his own business this particular morning as you stare in on him through this high tech equipment. He lives in a home most wouldn't allow their pets to live in. He came from nothing, has nothing, and will end that way.phineas said:Has anyone here ever had to shoot anyone? Outside of sledog I mean
You hear some murmuring behind you and you press a small red button in a sea of small red buttons. They always see it when it's too late. In that split second they both look up at you and lose all hope at the same time.
There is a cloud surrounding where that young man used to be. There are parts of him everywhere like a human swap meet. You make a few notes. You go get up, go take a piss. You wash your hands a little slower than you normally do. You take a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror. The guy at the sink next to you is doing the same thing. You don't dare look each other in the eye.
Later in the day you share your notes with others. Sometimes you have a lot, sometimes you don't. You never have none.
That's Tuesday; only three more to go. -
I saw that same 60 minutes episode.
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So, they're letting girls launch drones now?Mosster47 said:
You're watching a young man on the video screen. It's all black and white. Color wouldn't do you much good to be honest. He has a gun, appears to be an AK-47. It's just a Tuesday morning, nothing special, pretty clear out. This young man is on the other side of the world minding his own business this particular morning as you stare in on him through this high tech equipment. He lives in a home most wouldn't allow their pets to live in. He came from nothing, has nothing, and will end that way.phineas said:Has anyone here ever had to shoot anyone? Outside of sledog I mean
You hear some murmuring behind you and you press a small red button in a sea of small red buttons. They always see it when it's too late. In that split second they both look up at you and lose all hope at the same time.
There is a cloud surrounding where that young man used to be. There are parts of him everywhere like a human swap meet. You make a few notes. You go get up, go take a piss. You wash your hands a little slower than you normally do. You take a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror. The guy at the sink next to you is doing the same thing. You don't dare look each other in the eye.
Later in the day you share your notes with others. Sometimes you have a lot, sometimes you don't. You never have none.
That's Tuesday; only three more to go.
What an overly-emotional feminine manifesto of feelings. Gag.
Forget the scattered meat and move onto the next kill.
It's a fucking numbers game. Always has been. Always will be. -
Not quite the same as having to see the result your work up close.Mosster47 said:
You're watching a young man on the video screen. It's all black and white. Color wouldn't do you much good to be honest. He has a gun, appears to be an AK-47. It's just a Tuesday morning, nothing special, pretty clear out. This young man is on the other side of the world minding his own business this particular morning as you stare in on him through this high tech equipment. He lives in a home most wouldn't allow their pets to live in. He came from nothing, has nothing, and will end that way.phineas said:Has anyone here ever had to shoot anyone? Outside of sledog I mean
You hear some murmuring behind you and you press a small red button in a sea of small red buttons. They always see it when it's too late. In that split second they both look up at you and lose all hope at the same time.
There is a cloud surrounding where that young man used to be. There are parts of him everywhere like a human swap meet. You make a few notes. You go get up, go take a piss. You wash your hands a little slower than you normally do. You take a deep breath as you look at yourself in the mirror. The guy at the sink next to you is doing the same thing. You don't dare look each other in the eye.
Later in the day you share your notes with others. Sometimes you have a lot, sometimes you don't. You never have none.
That's Tuesday; only three more to go. -
I once shot a man for snoring
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FTFYRaceBannon said:I once shot load of cum on a man for snoring
