NSFW: Super Post Whore Thread v2.0

[seeker_two]

Morning....heading to the State Fair with the family. God help me....

 

[General Zod]

Morning....heading to the State Fair with the family. God help me....

Go armed and be vigilant.

 

[TX14239]

Did y’all hear about the gun “buyback” next month in San Antonio?

The project will pay $50 for a nonfunctioning or home manufactured weapon, $150 for a rifle or shotgun, $200 for a handgun and $300 for a semi-automatic rifle.

Ayala: Pop your trunk, stay in your car, hand over your gun and get an H-E-B gift card

Councilman John Courage leading the way on San Antonio’s voluntary weapons exchange, writes columnist Elaine Ayala.

www.expressnews.com

 

[TX14239]

Did y’all hear about the gun “buyback” next month in San Antonio?

The project will pay $50 for a nonfunctioning or home manufactured weapon, $150 for a rifle or shotgun, $200 for a handgun and $300 for a semi-automatic rifle.

Ayala: Pop your trunk, stay in your car, hand over your gun and get an H-E-B gift card

Councilman John Courage leading the way on San Antonio’s voluntary weapons exchange, writes columnist Elaine Ayala.

www.expressnews.com

Seems like some potentially good deals to be had if you get to them before they get to the “buyback”.

 

[Axxe55]

Mornin y’all

No fun today. Taking the Mrs. to the doc. She fell and injured her wrist.

hope she heals soon!

 

[Cool 'Horn Luke]

tell her internet shopping is off limits!

Disconnect the wi-fi and setup a cell scrambler!

 

[Axxe55]

She gonna be okay. They’re going to put the wrist in a splint today. She fell on the back porch. The goofy dogs tripped her. Bruised her hip pretty badly. Thankfully no broken hip. She is mean as ever so I know she is mending just fine.

BTDT!

 

[Coiled]

Afternoon. Got some projects going on. Thought I’d share a picture of my caulk.
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[Coiled]

It's now Monday evening. Later at 6p, it'll be Tuesday morning, my schedule CAN'T be wrong so why are y'all talking Friday eve????


G'night biotches

 

[MountainGirl]

It's now Monday evening. Later at 6p, it'll be Tuesday morning, my schedule CAN'T be wrong so why are y'all talking Friday eve????


G'night biotches

G'night, my friend.
Sleep well, dream true.

 

[Tnhawk]

Did y’all hear about the gun “buyback” next month in San Antonio?

The project will pay $50 for a nonfunctioning or home manufactured weapon, $150 for a rifle or shotgun, $200 for a handgun and $300 for a semi-automatic rifle.

https://www.expressnews.com/columni...ge-program-finally-gets-day-18416812.php[/URL

I would like to see the same "buyback" offered in Dallas. I've got an unreliable AMT .380 that I'd love to unload for $200, as it was only worth $100 when new.

 

[jimbo]

Morning

 

[Texasgordo]

Did y’all hear about the gun “buyback” next month in San Antonio?

The project will pay $50 for a nonfunctioning or home manufactured weapon, $150 for a rifle or shotgun, $200 for a handgun and $300 for a semi-automatic rifle.

Ayala: Pop your trunk, stay in your car, hand over your gun and get an H-E-B gift card

Councilman John Courage leading the way on San Antonio’s voluntary weapons exchange, writes columnist Elaine Ayala.

www.expressnews.com

Good, I needed a place to get rid of a Sig Skeeter.

 

[craigntx]

I had a nightmare last night where I traded in my mustang for a Porsche

I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart still racing from the nightmare I had just endured. In the dream, I found myself standing in a dimly lit garage, my beloved Mustang parked in the corner, bathed in a soft, nostalgic glow. It was my pride and joy, the embodiment of freedom and power.

But then, the nightmare took a sinister turn. A strange, overpowering stench filled the air, causing my nose to wrinkle in disgust. I turned to see a Porsche 911, gleaming under a spotlight, but there was something horribly wrong. The Porsche emitted an unbearable odor, a mix of sour milk and rotten eggs, an assault on my senses.

I couldn't fathom the idea, but in the dream, I was being pressured to trade my Mustang for that wretched Porsche. Panic set in as I hesitated, torn between the two cars. My Mustang represented my youth, my memories, and the open road. The Porsche, despite its stench, symbolized status and sophistication.

As the dream continued, I could feel the weight of the decision bearing down on me. The Porsche's odor intensified, and I gagged, feeling trapped in this nightmarish choice. It was a visceral battle between sentiment and social status.

Suddenly, I awoke, drenched in sweat, grateful that it was only a nightmare. My Mustang was parked safely outside, and I vowed never to let go of my cherished car, no matter the allure of luxury or status. The nightmare had served as a stark reminder of the value of what I held dear, and I held my Mustang close, appreciating it more than ever.

 

[Texasgordo]

Wut

 

[msharley]

I think my wife needs an oral surgeon. She has trouble keeping her mouth shut.

You got you a closed casket affair planned?

That what yinz a needin'...she ever sees this!

 

[MountainGirl]

I had a nightmare last night where I traded in my mustang for a Porsche

I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart still racing from the nightmare I had just endured. In the dream, I found myself standing in a dimly lit garage, my beloved Mustang parked in the corner, bathed in a soft, nostalgic glow. It was my pride and joy, the embodiment of freedom and power.

But then, the nightmare took a sinister turn. A strange, overpowering stench filled the air, causing my nose to wrinkle in disgust. I turned to see a Porsche 911, gleaming under a spotlight, but there was something horribly wrong. The Porsche emitted an unbearable odor, a mix of sour milk and rotten eggs, an assault on my senses.

I couldn't fathom the idea, but in the dream, I was being pressured to trade my Mustang for that wretched Porsche. Panic set in as I hesitated, torn between the two cars. My Mustang represented my youth, my memories, and the open road. The Porsche, despite its stench, symbolized status and sophistication.

As the dream continued, I could feel the weight of the decision bearing down on me. The Porsche's odor intensified, and I gagged, feeling trapped in this nightmarish choice. It was a visceral battle between sentiment and social status.

Suddenly, I awoke, drenched in sweat, grateful that it was only a nightmare. My Mustang was parked safely outside, and I vowed never to let go of my cherished car, no matter the allure of luxury or status. The nightmare had served as a stark reminder of the value of what I held dear, and I held my Mustang close, appreciating it more than ever.

That'll teach ya to fart in your sleep; next time you might not be so lucky.

 

[Eastexasrick]

That'll teach ya to fart in your sleep; next time you might not be so lucky.

He left skid marks on his sheets.

 

[MountainGirl]

He left skid marks on his sheets.

Prolly thought they were from the 'stang...

 

[Texas_Lone_Ranger]

Mornin'