Terror attack in Las Vegas and now Cali

When we were young, you could basically walk into a sports store or hardware store or outdoors store and buy a gun for cash, no ID, no questions asked.

And mass shootings were rare.

What changed?

 

When we were young crazy people couldn't afford guns.

 

I was waiting for that, and almost even mentioned it. How 'bout this? Only in America! I'm sorry, but hahahahaha.

https://answersingenesis.org/dinosa...s-live/what-really-happened-to-the-dinosaurs/

 

Nah, we have cars ,cigarettes and all the crap we are dumping in the water and our food doing more than guns ever do .

 

I'm glad the thread has taken on a semi-humorous tone in the wake of a shooting. When we were kids, we only shot cap-guns. Better yet, you would take the strips of caps, put them on the side-walk, and hit them with rocks instead of using the gun. More fun that way. Very primitive, but it worked. Don't ever use Daddy's hammer for that, though. He'd probably bash you in the teeth with it for ruining his tools. Or at least threaten to, haha.

 

I don’t know. My high school had a rifle in every truck in the parking lot all of November with out a single shot being fired. I don’t know what changed.

 

Never touch dads tools unless you can put it back exactly,and I mean fucking exactly how it was when you found it.

 

When I was young, you could basically walk into a store with a gun and get cash; no ID, no questions asked.

Nothing's changed. . . : )

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You never met some of the dudes I grew up with. From the "other side of the tracks". Take home pay went to beer and guns.

 

ELE, come save us! Like you saved us from the dinosaurs!

 

You got that right. He was really meticulous about it. It became so ingrained that it would send me into a fury with the old man. "You're always stealing my shit! Where's my needle nose pliers? Where's my rubber mallet? Where's my nail sinker? Where's my tin snips? Where's my STAPLE GUN?" "I didn't touch them." "Well, who did? Casper the friendly fckn ghost?" Let's not go anywhere near my wet/dry vac that went AWOL. "No idea." Three months later: "Oh, you know what? I lent it to Gary. I just remembered." Of course this was after I tore the shed apart looking for it, asked my neighbor if he borrowed it, and almost lost my mind. Tools, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree in that orchard - and I'm adopted.

 

Did your Mom used to yell “who took my good scissors?!?”

 

The whole northeast grew up the same way. Only the names of the grocery stores were different

 

Dinosaurs farted so much CO2 into the atmosphere the died of global warming. No shit.

 

Cattle are one-upping them as far as methane gas goes. Cows and methane gas, it's a real thing. I wonder how much human flatulence adds to the equation. Excuse me while I lift my right ass cheek off my couch and rip off a big one. Man, that felt great. My Mom used to say, "I should send you to Charm School!" "I'd fail." The best one was, "Don't get smart." "Why not?" My Mom was a hair-puller. I'm lucky she didn't bald me.

 

Bohack's for the win, shout out to Flushing, Queens! Alright, Dad's gonna get mad (Cman60) and yell at us all pretty soon so it's probably best if we go back on topic. And it 's a dire topic.

 

You never use the good scissors

 

Let’s not forget dogs.

 

Bullshit! That was you - you always try to blame it on the poor dog.

 

Did your grandfather say this?

“Get the FUCK OUTTA MY WAY!”?

In that grandfatherly tone I mean.