Foreign Weapons and Obscure Builds V3

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I hope I get shot by 65 year old Carl and his WW2 era 1911 after his PSA-15 shits the bed. And lord help him if it ain’t in .45
Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
 

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Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
Modern day J. Peterman
 

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Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
The Duluth pants part left me dead, I’m cryine
 

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Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
WTF
 

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Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.

Carl deserves to die since he sporterized a K98...
 

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Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
Bro... well done. The Duluth trading pants got me good hahaha
 

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Carl knew that a young whippersnapper was roaming the woods and today would be his day. As his hearing aids picked up the snap of a branch off in the distance, Carl froze, then slowly unslung his sporterized K98. Another snap, much closer this time, revealed to Carl that the young whippersnapper was closing in on him quickly. His heart began beating faster and he could feel an erection growing in his Duluth Trading Company khakis, probably from the little blue pills he took the night before. Carl stabbed his cold fingers into his Uncle Mike's nylon holster, fighting to grasp his 1911. As he drew, his arthritis riddled hand racked a round of .38 Super into a previously empty chamber. Carl spotted a quick movement in his peripheral vision and fired a shot. The sheer force of the fireball leaving the barrel rippled the wrinkles across his face and he felt himself losing consciousness as his pounding heart pumped his entire blood supply into his turgid member. As his vision quickly became black and the world around sunk into silence, he lifted an unheard prayer for help, terrified that his .38 Super had not hit its mark.
This....this deserves a fucking award...