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Originally posted by butchloc:
My friend or at least i thought he was. we've known each other for years shared dinners and drinks, gone on many hunts together, but i really didn't know him until now. I was just a few nights ago when he called me over to his house explaining that he had something for me. When i got there he told me to sit while he got something. When he returned he had one of those leather breakdown gun cases which he placed in my lap and told me to open it.when i did the scream that came out of me awakened most of the dead in a nearby cemetery. He had handed me a blaser. I threw it as far as i could and ran calling 911 on my way, when the police arrived they did so with a truckload of homeland security agents. my so called friend was arrested and charged with violation of the anti- blaser laws. heard he had been committed to a institution of sorts being convicted of believing a blaser was a real rifle and herei thought he was a friend

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the worst part of getting a Blaser is having to tell you’re Dad that you’re gay.

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Originally posted by JTEX:

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the worst part of getting a Blaser is having to tell you’re Dad that you’re gay.

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Originally posted by Hogbreath:

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Originally posted by JTEX:

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the worst part of getting a Blaser is having to tell you’re Dad that you’re gay.

Jim, Fuck off!