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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 and with her eyes closed, 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.

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt pocket/purse-sized Tazer. The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived,with no long term adverse affect on your assailant,allowing her adequate time to retreat to saftey...?? WAY TOO COOL!!! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home...I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what the burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a secone) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself againist a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another. The directions said that: A one second burst would shock and disorient your assailant A two second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and A three second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries) pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, "no possible way"!! What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side so as to say, "Don't do it stupid", reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad...I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and ..... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE ....!!!! I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room. Note- If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a Tazer one note of caution: There is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by violent thrashing about on the floor!! A three second burst would be considered conservative! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. *The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. *My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. *My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. *I had no control over the drooling. *Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone. *I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair. I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return! My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it! If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!!  

If only he'd worry himself with stuff that concerned the office of the presidency rather than people he thinks act "stupidly".

I'm glad he is focused on the important things. 

Star Wars Doh! moment.

If the wife and kids want to go shooting, I will sell you a brick (325) of Federal AutoMatch for what I have in it. $20. I am also in Springfield, so I'm close.

Some used to say that about "hoarding" .22LR, too.   - OS

The "adults" of this country really need to stop taking out their frustrations on the children.  Beating the crap out of each other is part of growing up.

Here is how they choose to spend money. Pay guards to close open air places that really probably don't need monitored much.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKWVCv8uWDI  

  I LOVE my country, it's the government I'm not too crazy about.

I have learned from experience that if someone tells you to watch a video and to turn up the sound, that it is ALWAYS best to watch the video on mute first then watch it again on normal volume, then if necessary on loud.

I'm a huge Redskins fan and have been forever. I asked my Indian wife if it was offensive to her and her people just last week. Me: Honey, does the name Redskins bother you, or your family? Wife: Huh? Me: The name, offensive to Indians? Her: Whatever, I'm trying to read. Leave me alone.

Don't know about my fellow TGO'rs BUT this pack needs to be mine. :D http://www.nrastore.com/nrastore/ProductDetail.aspx?c=4&p=SA+494&ct=e

A tough looking group of hairy bikers are riding when they see a girl about to jump off a bridge, so they stop. The leader, a big burly man, gets off his bike and says, "What are you doing?" "I'm going to commit suicide," she says. While he doesn’t want to appear insensitive, he also doesn’t want to miss an opportunity, so he asks, "Well, before you jump, why don't you give me a kiss?" She does, and it is a long, deep, lingering kiss. After she's finished, the tough, hairy biker says, "Wow! That was the best kiss I’ve ever had! That's a real talent you’re wasting. You could be famous. Why are you committing suicide?" "My parents don't like me dressing up like a girl…

Hey, Barry O.... how about a nice big cup of STFU?

Non believer here as well.  Tempted the spookables in many places they are said to be about but I guess they are just scared of me :shrug:

Well no, I don't think it is a matter of defending the ACA, it's a matter of the information being accurate. I see a lot of stuff floating around out there to get people pissed off about the ACA that isn't true. The ACA is bad enough on its own, and damaging enough to our economy and small business, and unconstitutional to boot. When we use arguments that are easily debunked we lose all credibility and take focus off the actual problem. Kinda like when liberals argue for gun control using misleading statistics and outright lies. We should be able to win the debate with truth and logic without resorting to distorted facts and lies.

  Hookers and blow aint cheap.

Well it's October and that means Halloween and that also means Ghost Stories.   I'm not much of a believer in the idea that when a person dies their soul can remain here on Earth.  Being raised in a Christian home, my belief is that people have one of two destinations when they die and remaining on Earth isn't one of them.   That being said, I find it intriguing that there are plenty of cases where "ghosts" seem to be actually a documented phenomena.  Whether they are human souls or something else, I'm curious how many folks here have ever had a ghostly experience of their own.   Share your stories?  Or share stories you've heard?   :ph34r:

Did anyone see that ninja parade today? Me either....dang good ninjas... Sent barefoot from the hills of Tennessee

I think the main reason the AR community doesn't worry much about head space is because it's set by the manufacturer rather than the end user, and no manufacturer that didn't consistently do it correctly wouldn't be in biz long, either because folks quit buying or they were sued to death.   All the more reason to use bolts from reputable source I guess, as that figures into it too.   - OS

I am a complete noob at building an AR. I am thinking just a straight forward 5.56 but would like to go for as much quality as I can afford. Would the matching TGO upper be a good choice? What about the bolt group from the same company? I would like something that will reach out to 300 yards.

I love those smoke gray uniforms. But right now I just want to cry, such a disappointing loss....so close to knocking off a top 10 team. It was an awesome game though.

  Trick is that what used to be called crazy hoarding is now seen as prudent foresight.   - OS

   Na, purt sure ole Ted were jest jesting.

  I take that back, that one you mentioned WAS the first one I saw, that was back in highschool off of EBaums world I believe. But then when picture messages got big I got one of those randomly, the Envy was a pretty beffy phone FYI, it almost made a REALLY big hole.

Okay, just one stupid thing.... (since it wasn't really me who did it.)   My cousin Mike was 14 and I was 12 and we'd just been to a rodeo on Saturday night to watch one of my older brothers in the bull riding event. Sunday was a beautiful day and after church, Mike and I were still filled with awe and envy and the desire to become genuine, glorified bull riders our ownselves.   Now, genuine Brahma bulls were in short supply in our neck of the Kansas plains, but our Grandad had a big old Charolais bull named Brummy. Brummy was a gentle giant and wouldn't hurt a flee and all us grand kids had sat on his back at one time or another, so me and Cousin Mike knew that "loadin' him in to the chute" would be a piece of cake. What we were going to afterwards we weren't too sure of, but figured if we could rig us up some good "bull hooks" (slang for the modified spurs bull riders use), we'd stand a chance of becoming genuine rodeo heroes.   So we did some looking around and some tinkering and finally rigged up some pretty neat bull hooks which, if I recall, consisted of about 4 inches of double barbed barb wire wound around and twisted through some old bridle leather we'd found in the barn and lashed onto to the heels of our cowboy boots.   Now since Cousin Mike was the oldest, strongest and wisest, it was up to him to go first while I acted as the "chute man." (Being the "chute man" consisted mostly of me just leading Brummy up to the rail fence that ran next to the chicken coop and then climbing onto the coop side of the fence and holding his bridle while Cousin Mike climbed up on top of the coop preparatory to the rather inspired mounting maneuver he'd personally devised and christened the "paratrooper mount" - back then, paratroopers were our 3rd favorite heroes, superseded only by cowboys and mountain men.)   So I got Brummy up next to the fence, crawled between the rails, then reached back over the top rail and got a good grip on the bridle. When I was set, Cousin Mike shouted "GERONIMO!" bailed off the top of the hen house, lit astraddle of good ol' Brummy, grabbed a double handful of hide (we'd forgotten to make a bull rope) and jammed his homemade bull hooks into Brummy's flanks...   To this day I'm not real sure what happened next, but when the dust had cleared and I could see again, my dad was kneeling over me, gently cradling my freshly broken arm and trying not to laugh out loud, Cousin Mike was squalling something fierce from the pig pen on the other side of the chicken coop and my uncle Bill was trying to help Mike out of the slop but was laughing so hard he kept losing his grip on Mike's hand. (We didn't know they'd seen us earlier and had been spying on us from behind Grampa's threshing machine.)   A trip to the nearest ER (about 25 miles away) and I had a new cast on my arm and Cousin Mike was the first one to sign it. On the way back to Grampa's farm, Dad asked if I'd learned anything and I said, "Yeah, Brummy don't like para-trooping bull riders!" (Come to think of it, he wouldn't go anywhere near the chicken coop again after that, so I guess he prob'ly didn't much care for chickens, either.)     ...TS...

I don't think you can go wrong with either of this choices then. Another option for you, I was at the range with Sonny and a couple of his friends today and one if them had an ak74 that had had the opportunity to run a little. I had not run anything chamber in 5.45x39 before but that was a very very soft shooting gun. It's almost got me reconsidering a pistol caliber for my wife due to extremely cheap ammo and it not having much more recoil than the two pistol cal. AR's that I've run. I think they said that they picked up 1080 rounds for $150 or so! Can't beat tgat with a stick.

How about "Washington Golf Caddy's"....... That is what our President spends most of his time doing or thinking about doing isn't it?

Doing ghost tours in new places I visit is one of my favorite touristy thing to do. Not because of ghosts, cause I have yet to experience anything like that first hand, but because you get unusual pieces of history and entertainment at the same time. Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk HD

Our minds kind do incredible things!

Tennessee determines it's illegal finally... WSMV www.wsmv.com/story/23615096/tn-company-told-to-stop-offering-cell-phones-for-health-insurance

A quick removal of the silly "Tactical" patch and I'd say that is an awesome backpack.  But for $120, I'll just stick to my crappy backpack.

Cool ride! I am OD green with envy.... ;)

  I hate hunting in the rain, but I have seen more deer movement just after a long hard rain, than just about any other time. Those all night rains that end just before day break make for exciting mornings.

I'm of the same mindset as David on this, don't believe in them. Your going one of two ways in the end. I know a lot of people swear on their life they have seen them, my moms one of them. I used to work in an old antebellum mansion that had been turned into a country club. It was used in the civil war by both sides. Had been a headquarters and hospital. Many, many people had seen all kinds of things. Late at night after close and no one was there it was as creepy a place as you could imagine. I was the last one there a lot and had to go around the place and in the upstairs which was all the old parts of the house. Never saw a thing.

Needs some spinners.

I like the aerosol cheese in a can. Squirt type. Thats what the crackers are made for. I have to admit though, given a choice between that and trying to plink a cracker, I will take the 10/22 any day. I still love my canned cheese though.

  The Pelican is an 1150, It was too large for it's original intended purpose(shipping hard drives to FOBs in 'stan) so I kept trying different uses for it and pmag storage was the one that stuck. I like being able to throw the mags into a bed box without them getting wet/oily/dirty/crushed when I'm in less than friendly states.(IL mainly)

Well, in my opinion, I don't think it is good to scare someone who is new to shooting/self defense with price tags and caveats that "anything less isn't good enough"; especially when the vast majority of AR components, such as parts, uppers, lowers and barrels are made in the same place, just given different stamps. The fact is that if there were widespread issues with lower end AR15s it would be well documented and easily accessible information. Other than a bunch of gun snobs on AR15.com, I don't see issues out there for the type of guy who owns an AR for the occasional plinking and home defense. When we, as people who are more experienced than the newcomer, fill their head with misinformation and scare them with cost prohibitive criteria for AR ownership we're doing the community a disservice. I believe every home in America should have an AR15. Not everyone can drop 1,200-1,600 on a DD rifle or a Noveske. They have bills and stuff. If a person can afford a $600 AR then we should encourage them to buy it so long as the company who makes it is reputable. Smith and Wesson and DPMS both make an AR around that price point. Those companies are every bit as reputable as any other. There are very few AR manufacturers that put out faulty products. The ones that do don't last long and tend to change their names every few years.

Maybe this would qualify?

Of course it's worth it. It ain't about the money. In the long run it wouldn't be worth it to burn their houses down and piss on the ashes, but it's what I'd do if they terrorized my family like that.

As well as those who did nothing to support their candidate. Voting only will no longer work. We MUST email, call, donate time or money in order to ensure we win the next election. Oh and do not vote for any incumbent that has proven to not represent us. I am going to vote against any incumbent regardless of party because first term representatives almost always try to do what is best for the county. It is only after they see thy are not getting rich they change and that takes a term or two.

Once the Christian-Muslim skirmishing cranks up, might not be so safe to be sporting one.   - OS

I have one too. The are great for so many things. Btw....I love that pic. Sent from my SCH-I535 using Tapatalk 4

Idiot.

WHAT?!?!? Geraldo says no one hunts with an AR.

Don't worry about the weight! The deer will just fall over dead thinking about that beast going boom!

The Glock truly is the AK of handguns:  Horrible ergonomics, terrible sights, and only worth fooling with if full-auto.   :pleased:   The best Glock model by far is the E-tool... I keep one in the truck at all times.   LOL