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I apparently have too much time to waste at the moment so I clicked on the reviews and this was the fist I read. This review is from: Veet for Men Hair Removal Gel Creme 200ml (1) (Health and Beauty) After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit of a treat. I ordered it well in advance and working in the North sea I consider myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn't have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel of in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned .Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn't managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon.I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so.I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found it's way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running it's engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering..." Ooooh that feels good ". Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn't heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn't the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn't improve my status...So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self respect...:)

I always thought it was Sugar free Gummi bears.

I was playing around in my garage, trying to create something unique for my 1911 collection. I had this idea. This is how it turned out . . . . . (photo heavy)

That's a porno I wouldn't want to watch.....

Your Grandfather should be able to get replacement medals from here at no cost. https://www.archives.gov/veterans/replace-medals If he doesn't have his DD-214, (Discharge papers that will list which ones he received) he can get a replacement here: If he doesn't have one, I highly recommend getting a replacement, it serves other purposes. https://www.archives.gov/veterans/military-service-records/about-service-records.html

Maybe this will help. Looks like you can order from them also. http://www.medalsofamerica.com/content--name-Army-Medals-and-Ribbons-Chart

Rose . . . . An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, 'Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly.' The other man said, 'What is the name of the restaurant?' The first man thought and thought and finally said, 'What's the name of that flower you give to someone you love? You know, the one that's red and has thorns.' 'Do you mean a rose?' 'Yes, that's the one,' replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, 'Hey Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?'

This was posted on Facebook this weekend in the TFA group and hasn't really had any discussion going. John Harris just said "read the code..." which hasn't cleared up anything. The purpose of this was a discussion and that didn't happen so I'm borrowing the guy's words and bringing it here.

From Lower Left Clockwise: Colt Agent. Serial # places it from 1970. Shrouded hammer and Pocket Clip grip. Colt Peacekeeper. Unpolished, flat black finish. Manufactured in the 1980s during the strike. Colt Python. Serial # places it from 1972. Has a 2 ¼ in barrel. I actually have the original box for this. Colt Model 357. I’m placing this one in the early 1950s. I understand only 15,000 were made. Colt Detective Special. Serial # places it from 1972.

Common mod if you want to use a rifle tube on a pistol config. Or you could use a KNS takedown pin and do away with spring and detente altogether:

The name of the porno would be "Back in Black".

I've not experienced any decocker issues with mine but then I do not have a CZ either. I have a Yugo M57. What ever one you have take care with that issue. Also be careful to make sure you have adequate ear protection when you visit the range............jmho

I just do not know what to say! JEEZ!

The Coyote Principal - or why Texas ain't broke and Commifornia is . . . . . California The Governor of California is jogging with his dog along a nature trail. A coyote jumps out and attacks the Governor's dog, then bites the Governor. The Governor starts to intervene, but reflects upon the movie "Bambi" and then realizes he should stop because the coyote is only doing what is natural. He calls animal control. Animal Control captures the coyote and bills the state $200 testing it for diseases and $500 for relocating it. He calls a veterinarian. The vet collects the dead dog and bills the State $200 testing it for diseases. The Governor goes to hospital and spends $3,500 getting checked for diseases from the coyote and on getting his bite wound bandaged. The running trail gets shut down for 6 months while Fish & Game conducts a $100,000 survey to make sure the area is now free of dangerous animals. The Governor spends $50,000 in state funds implementing a "coyote awareness program" for residents of the area. The State Legislature spends $2 million to study how to better treat rabies and how to permanently eradicate the disease throughout the world. The Governor's security agent is fired for not stopping the attack. The state spends $150,000 to hire and train a new agent with additional special training regarding the nature of coyotes. PETA protests the coyote's relocation and files a $5 million suit against the state. Texas The Governor of Texas is jogging with his dog along a nature trail. A coyote jumps out and attacks his dog. The Governor shoots the coyote with his state-issued pistol and keeps jogging. The Governor has spent $.50 on a .45 ACP hollow point cartridge. The buzzards eat the dead coyote. And that, my friends, is why California is broke and Texas is not.

I just sent him a text with what you have there. If he can make heads or tails out of it I'll let you know and we can see about getting some other stuff looked at. If he doesn't know I would be shocked if he didn't have a contact that did.

I'm sending the document and current medals to my dad. He's an airforce and history buff so hopefully he can figure something out.

A group of country neighbors wanted to get together on a regular basis and socialize. As a result, about 10 couples formed a dinner club and agreed to meet for dinner at a different neighbors' house each month. Of course, the lady of the house was to prepare the meal. When it came time for Jimmy and Susie Brown to have the dinner at their house, like most women, Susie wanted to outdo all the others and prepare a meal that was the best that any of them had ever lapped a lip over. A few days before the big event, Susie got out her cookbook and decided to have mushroom smothered steak. When she went to the store to buy some mushrooms, she found the price for a small can was more than she wanted to pay. She then told her husband, "We aren't going to have mushrooms because they are too expensive." He said, "Why don't you go down in the pasture and pick some of those mushrooms? There are plenty of them right in the creek bed." She said, "No, I don't want to do that, because I have heard that wild mushrooms are poison." He then said, "I don't think so. I see the varmints eating them all the time and it never has affected them." After thinking about this, Susie decided to give this a try and got in the pickup and went down in the pasture and picked some. She brought the wild mushrooms back home and washed them, sliced and diced them to get them ready to go over her smothered steak. Then she went out on the back porch and got Ol' Spot's (the yard dog) bowl and gave him a double handful. She even put some bacon grease on them to make them tasty. Ol' Spot didn't slow down until he had eaten every bite. All morning long, Susie watched him and the wild mushrooms didn't seem to affect him, so she decided to use them. The meal was a great success, and Susie even hired a lady from town to come out and help her serve. She had on a white apron and a little cap on her head. It was first class. After everyone had finished, they all began to kick back and relax and socialize. The men were visiting and the women started to gossip a bit. About this time, the lady from town came in from the kitchen and whispered in Susie's ear. She said, "Mrs. Brown, Spot just died." With this news, Susie went into hysterics. After she finally calmed down, she called the doctor and told him what had happened. The doctor said, "It's bad, but I think we can take care of it. I will call for an ambulance and I will be there as quick as I can get there. We'll give everyone enemas and we will pump out everyone's stomach. Everything will be fine. Just keep them all there and keep them calm." It wasn't long until they could hear the wail of the siren as the ambulance was coming down the road. When they got there, the EMTs got out with their suitcases, syringes, and a stomach pump. The doctor arrived shortly thereafter. One by one, they took each person into the master bathroom, gave them an enema and pumped out their stomach. After the last one was finished, the doctor came out and said, "I think everything will be fine now, and he left." They were all looking pretty peaked sitting around the living room, and about this time, the town lady came in and said, "You know, that fellow that ran over Ol' Spot never even stopped!!

Didn't realize I smiled that much.

I consider a chronograph as important to reloading as the press, dies and powder. I have yet to find a recipe that matches the real world. Most times the velocity is well below the published velocity. It is completely possible to have a gun that cycles but the velocity is so low that the bullets are not stable and keyhole. A chronograph will tell you the actual velocity, not the velocity listed in the manual that is never right. If you use jacketed load data for cast bullets you will be safe. That is if you have a 115 grain cast bullet you can use 115 jacketed load data without issue. The reason is cast bullets do not generate the same pressures as jacketed is because the cast bullets are softer. Cast bullets can also be significantly oversized and still be safe. I have shot bullets that measured .313" in a .300/.308" bore without issue. Matter of fact I used the same load data as a correctly sized bullet and had no signs of pressure. I use the chronograph to work up loads for accuracy because it saves me time and money. I shoot across the chronograph first, before I ever fire at a target. I work up loads based on velocity and standard deviation. I look for the loads with the lowest SD. Then I use those loads to further tweak the accuracy of those loads. A load that has wild SD numbers is rarely accurate while most loads with a low SD numbers tend to shoot better. Using this method I have a pretty good idea of what loads are going to shoot the best even before I step foot on a range.

Thank you Raoul. Much obliged.

This is Ryan's fault.

We use ours a ton because we dehydrate a lot. As things ripen during the year we dehydrate and then pull a vacuum on the jars. This is for stuff like fruits and berries. My wife uses them in oatmeal and granola etc... We also dehydrate a lot of cherry tomatoes as she likes them on her salads. For me, I like to dehydrate things like garlic, onions, and herbs. They all store well in jars. I also put together soup fixins in jars and dry can them. I put the beans and various dried veggies in the jar, add a seasoning pack in a zip lock baggie and fold a set of cooking instructions in there. I've given them as gifts, given them to neighbors during winter storm outages, and even to folks handling a loss of a family member. It is amazing how relaxing walking into a house with some home made soup cooking can be. If you do a lot of dry canning you might consider a vacucanner. I've almost made one a couple of times. If we have a good harvest this year I might just knock one out. Vacucanner Mark

Here's a link https://www.fda.gov/EmergencyPreparedness/Counterterrorism/MedicalCountermeasures/MCMLegalRegulatoryandPolicyFramework/ucm411446.htm

Fantastic!!! Glad you like it.

Means the sponsor wrote a bill to include a specific caption, or segment of the TCA Code, that they want to work on, so they put up a broad enough "Caption" that they can amend later in session to get something done. All you can do with any bill is purportedly modify the segment of the law you originally included in your bill, but you can modify it in any way by amendment so long as it stays within its "caption". Been hanging around up there a while, Goins is one of the best, (Former Marine, honest to a fault and a friend of the firearms Rights enthusiast) what you see is what you get, he is leaning to work within the system.

Doesn't even matter about the antique part, any non-NFA firearm is legit to transfer interstate via willed bequest or even intestate succession, no FFL required. Specific exception iterated in US 18 922. - OS

As it was manufactured before 1899 it is an antique and therefore FFL regulations do not apply. Pick it up while you are there and bring it home.

There was an old country sheriff who always said, "It could have been worse." No matter what happened, the old sheriff always had the same answer: "It could have been worse." One day, two deputies in the Sheriff's Office answered an emergency call at a farmhouse. When they walked in, they found the nude bodies of a man and a woman in the bedroom. They had been shot to death. When they went to the living room, they found the body of a man with a gun at his side. "No doubt about it," one deputy said to the other. "This was a double murder and suicide. This guy came home and found his wife in bed with somebody else and shot them both. Then he shot himself." "You're right," the other deputy replied. "Double murder and suicide. But I'll bet you when the sheriff gets here he's going to say 'it could have been worse." "No way. How could it be worse? There are three people in the house, and all of them have been shot to death. It couldn't be worse. You're on." About that time, the old sheriff arrived at the scene. He walked into the bedroom and saw the two nude bodies. He then walked into the living room and saw the man on the floor with the gun by his side. "No doubt about it," the sheriff said, shaking his head. "It was a double murder and suicide. This guy came home and found his wife in bed with somebody else and shot them both. Then he shot himself." After hesitating for a moment, the old sheriff looked his deputies squarely in the eyes. "But, you know," he said, "it could have been worse." The deputy who had lost the bet jumped up and shouted, "Sheriff, how could it have been worse? There are three people in this farmhouse, and all three of them are dead. It couldn't have been worse?!?" "Yes it could," the sheriff retorted. "You see that guy there on the floor? If he had come home yesterday, that would be me in there in that bed!"

Snopes says its a true story . . . . ----------------------------------------------------- Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Later, her husband noticed her sitting in her car in the driveway with the windows rolled up, her eyes closed and with both hands behind the back of her head. He became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she had been shot in the back of the head and had been holding her brains in for over an hour. The husband called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered. Linda is a blonde, a Democrat, and an Obama supporter, but that could all be a coincidence. The defective biscuit canister was analyzed and the expiration date was from 2008, so it was determined to be Bush's fault.

The Old Man and the Marine . . . . One sunny day in 2017, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue, where he'd been sitting on a park bench. He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, “I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton.” The Marine replied, “Sir, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn't reside here.” The old man said, “Okay,” and walked away. The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, “I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton”. The Marine again told the man, “Sir, as I said yesterday, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn't reside here.” The man thanked him and again walked away. The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same Marine, saying “I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton.” The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, “Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mrs. Clinton. I've told you already several times that Mrs. Clinton is not the President and doesn't reside here. Don't you understand?” The old man answered, “Oh, I understand you fine. I just love hearing your answer!” The Marine snapped to attention, saluted and said, “Yes, Sir, see you again tomorrow."

Vaseline . . . . A man doing market research for the Vaseline Company knocked at the door and was greeted by a young woman with three small children running around at her feet. "I'm doing some research for Vaseline. Have you ever used the product?" She said, "Yes. My husband and I use it all the time." "If you don't mind my asking," he said, "what do you use it for?" "We use it for sex," she said. The researcher was a little taken aback. "Usually people lie to me and say they use it on a child's bicycle chain or to help with a gate hinge. But, in fact, I know that most people do use it for s*x. I admire you for your honesty. Since you've been so frank so far, can you tell me exactly HOW you use it for s*x?" The woman said, "I don't mind telling you at all. My husband and I put it on the bedroom doorknob and it keeps the kids out."

Out for the Evening . . . . A couple were going out for the evening. They'd gotten ready, all dolled up, dog put out, etc. The taxi arrives, and as the couple start out, the dog shoots back in the house. They don't want the dog shut in the house, so the wife goes out to the taxi while the husband goes upstairs to chase the dog out. The wife, not wanting it known that the house will be empty explains to the taxi driver:"He's just going upstairs to say good-bye to my mother."A few minutes later, the husband gets into the cab. "Sorry I took so long" he says. "Stupid bi*** was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out! Then I had to wrap her in a blanket to keep her from scratching and biting me as I hauled her a$$ downstairs and tossed her in the back yard! She better not shi* in the vegetable garden again either!"

A Texas cowboy walked into a drug store and asked to talk to a male pharmacist. The elderly woman he was talking to said that she was the pharmacist and as she and her also widowed elderly sister owned the store, there were no males employed there. She then asked if she could help the gentleman. The cowpoke said that it was something that he would be much more comfortable discussing with a male pharmacist. The female pharmacist assured him that she was completely professional and whatever it was that he needed to discuss, he could be confident that she would treat him with the highest level of professionalism. The old bronco-buster agreed and began by saying, "This is tough for me to discuss, but I have a permanent erection. It causes me a lot of problems and severe embarrassment, and I was wondering what you could give me for it." The pharmacist said, "Just a minute, I'll go talk to my sister. When she returned, she said, “We discussed it at length and the absolute best we can do is, 1/3 ownership in the store, a company car, and $3,000 a month plus living expenses.

My New Young Bull . . . . I recently spent $2500 on a young Black Angus bull. I put him out with the herd but he just ate grass and wouldn't even look at a cow. I was beginning to suspect he was gay, if that's possible with a bull. Anyhow, I had the Vet come have a look at him. He said the bull was very healthy, but possibly a little young, so he gave me some pills to feed him once per day. ... Holy Cow (YEP)! The bull started to service the cows within two days. All of my cows! He even broke through the fence and bred all my neighbor's cows! He's been breeding just about everything in sight. He's like a machine!" I don't know what the heck was in the pills the Vet gave him, but they kinda taste like peppermint.

I left Part B Blank.  Renewal processed and approved in less than two weeks.

The CLEO of all counties in Tennessee is the Sherriff, with the exception of Davidson; the CLEO there is the Metro Chief. Your C&R does not require the CLEO to sign off; it is more of a courtesy from the ATF and an opportunity for the CLEO to let the ATF know if you are a nut case. The only requirement is that you send the CLEO in your area a copy. If you are in Davidson County; send it here. What they do with it is their business. Chief of Police Metropolitan Nashville Police Department 200 James Robertson Parkway Nashville, TN 37201