Dude...I think I might love you...no homo*Originally Posted by SCCY Marshal
*Maybe small amounts of homo...just the tip.
Dude...I think I might love you...no homo*
*Maybe small amounts of homo...just the tip.
It's worth it after you watch some "cops vs. sovereign citizens" YouTube videos where the idiots get owned.
Warms my heart, at least. Sovereign types are really annoying.
REPETITION CREATES BELIEF
REPETITION BUILDS THE SEPARATE WORLDS WE LIVE AND DIE IN
NO EXCEPTIONS
You, sir, are a true artist. About all that is missing is some antivaxx gibberish.
REPETITION CREATES BELIEF
REPETITION BUILDS THE SEPARATE WORLDS WE LIVE AND DIE IN
NO EXCEPTIONS
I feel bad about it (a hair), but this amuses me muchly too.
REPETITION CREATES BELIEF
REPETITION BUILDS THE SEPARATE WORLDS WE LIVE AND DIE IN
NO EXCEPTIONS
This right here...
When I first started using this stuff about 25 years ago, my wife referred to it as "hippy soap" (valid point) - but now the kids are gone, it's just Herself and I and it somehow disappears faster than rational thought at a Joe Biden rally...
My friend, John, who introduced me to it ran a rock climbing shop for decades. They would get the soap in big barrels and sell it by the ounce into containers that customers would bring in. He and his wife also ran pack strings and did the cooking and such for some hunting camps. They would use the Dr. Bronner's for everything... washing dishes, shampoo, etc.
A few years back, a number of us were staying in the basement of a motel...kind of a bunkhouse arrangement. The owners of the motel would leave us the various soaps and shampoos other customers left behind. One evening, we got back from the field just disgustingly crusty with dried sweat, dirt, and prairie dog shit. I hit the shower and the Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap was on the wire rack. I used it and felt SOOOO clean that it was like my sins were washed away...along with the prairie dog shit.
I dried off, got dressed, and carried the soap bottle into the bunkhouse room, where cocktail hour was underway. I said, "Guys...they must have had some hippy staying here. This stuff is GREAT". I then started reading all of the goofy writing on the bottle aloud. We were all having a good laugh over the nutty hippy copy. John, who is a bit to the right of Ronald Reagan, finally 'fessed up that it was his.
I have never since wanted to use any other liquid soap in the shower. So much like the blind pig finding an acorn, hippies can come up with some good stuff sometimes. I still won't eat that peacenik ice cream from Ben & Jerry's though.
This will tell you probably all anybody wants to know about those nuts.
If we have to march off into the next world, let us walk there on the bodies of our enemies.
I have bought these before, but now I just avoid guns with lock holes. This good, as it sounds like I should avoid creating joinder with this individual.
I used to use that when I visited my Aunt and Uncle in San Luis Obispo when I was young. I liked it and I’ll have to order some.
I live in the East Valley next to AJ. I don’t go to AJ unless I have to. It has a weird vibe to it. Especially at night with all the tweeker BoBs riding around.
Just a dog chauffeur that used to hold the dumb end of the leash.
I got a coworker turned on to listening C2C when David Paulides was on. Those shows had a great eerie vibe.
Just a dog chauffeur that used to hold the dumb end of the leash.
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