10 thoughts on “They’re not toxic till ya use one, then don your tacticool garb…”
Whaaaaa…….. ???
If you were an inch longer, you’d be gettin’ strange….
MAAAAAN, I buy dat chir fo ma mo in law, commando style, FUCK YAAA!
Supposedly they make good wound dressings. I have a couple boxes in my big med kit.
Ya just gotta slink around until no one’s in the pad aisle at Walmart and use the self checkout if you embarrass easily.
Pussy.
So, if the pussy is a wound that explains why they’re pissed off all the time,
I keep a couple of twat torpedoes in the bug out bag in the event of a non-lethal bullet would. Swells up and helps to at least slow down bleed out.
Many years ago I worked as a recording engineer in Parkersburg WV. We had a band in recording, and they looked like your average biker bunch. One trick I had learned was when your snare drum has a ringing sound you can’t turn out. Tape one of those pads to it and it’ll stop.
Now imagine a relatively clean cut big guy and bad ass biker going to the local grocery store and buying a box of pads. I made him pay for the box and I giggled the whole time! He called me everything but a white boy. Still makes me laugh!!!
Shit, my mom use to send me to the store a few blocks away to buy pads/tampons for my mom and my four sisters all the time. My only caveat was fork over enough money for a pop and a candy bar… I knew how to game the system even back then. It didn’t bother me in the slightest to buy that stuff and I did the same for my wife, but the pay back was a little different when she was done with the monthly scourge.
No, ya gotta ask real loud for the extra large for your sister and hope someone recognizes you.
Whaaaaa…….. ???
If you were an inch longer, you’d be gettin’ strange….
MAAAAAN, I buy dat chir fo ma mo in law, commando style, FUCK YAAA!
Supposedly they make good wound dressings. I have a couple boxes in my big med kit.
Ya just gotta slink around until no one’s in the pad aisle at Walmart and use the self checkout if you embarrass easily.
Pussy.
So, if the pussy is a wound that explains why they’re pissed off all the time,
I keep a couple of twat torpedoes in the bug out bag in the event of a non-lethal bullet would. Swells up and helps to at least slow down bleed out.
Many years ago I worked as a recording engineer in Parkersburg WV. We had a band in recording, and they looked like your average biker bunch. One trick I had learned was when your snare drum has a ringing sound you can’t turn out. Tape one of those pads to it and it’ll stop.
Now imagine a relatively clean cut big guy and bad ass biker going to the local grocery store and buying a box of pads. I made him pay for the box and I giggled the whole time! He called me everything but a white boy. Still makes me laugh!!!
Shit, my mom use to send me to the store a few blocks away to buy pads/tampons for my mom and my four sisters all the time. My only caveat was fork over enough money for a pop and a candy bar… I knew how to game the system even back then. It didn’t bother me in the slightest to buy that stuff and I did the same for my wife, but the pay back was a little different when she was done with the monthly scourge.
No, ya gotta ask real loud for the extra large for your sister and hope someone recognizes you.