Are we just going to list every country that exists and has ever existed or might exist in the future?
Is this the new shit post?
Is it crack? Is that what you smoke?
>live in c**tryside where everyone is armed >visiting my friend >we're looking for batteries so I open his draw >entirely full of illegal firearms, a bunch of pistols, to the brim with ammunition >friend closes the draw >stares at me and says nothing
>be 6 or 7 >playing hide and seek at my friends house >they've got this huge, imposing grandfather clock >maybe it wasn't that big, i was small idk >'maybe i can hide in that, genius' >open the door, get on the floor, you guessed it, multiple rifles and shotguns >shat myself, told my friend later >we attempt to sneakily extract them, he wasn't even aware of these >no ammunition, we have no idea what we're doing >his dad finds us trying to dismantle one >I'm honestly not sure why we were doing that >he puts it back together, shows us how it works, apparently one was broken and needed a spring of some sort, god this memory is vague >produces a working 22 >takes us rabbiting >i'm given an air gun and not allowed to shoot the 22
>live in countryside as a teenager >get a major crush on one of the local farm girls >short, cute, and busty to the point where you wondered what sort of space age alloy her spine was made of >we get close, she invites me over to spend the night at her place >after sunset she says she likes to take a walk around the farm, make sure nobodies breaking in and stealing shit etc >I think this is some kind of cover for her wanting to screw out in the fields >all blood rushes to my dick, don't even think it's strange that she's picking up an old lee-enfield with the bayonet attached that looks about the size of a howitzer in her hands >we walk out around the farm in the dark, with me trying to cop a feel without being obvious about it (because I'm still a moronic and horny teenager at this point) >she bats my hands away and asks me if I heard that >confused face.jpg >she points down to one of the electricity pylons in the field below us, there are people with torches moving around the base >"fricking gypos" she mutters >before I know what's happening she fires five rounds, rapid, over their heads and is screaming every profanity in the book as they run like hell >she turns to me with the cutest smile and asks if I want to head back for some tea
Unfortunately no sexy time that night, or with her later (she got weird pretty soon after that), but that's one of those memories that sticks with you.
How have you not at least tried to build your own rounds for it, and there are still a few of the original rounds out there (mostly inert training rounds, but still).
Danish soldier?
Aussie
>Danish soldier?
>desert auscam
>AUG/F88
C'mon, anon.
Noone gives a fricking shit about your shitty country filled with spiders and snakes, and that's just the people, convictBlack person.
british sniper firle
heres' a British solider with a british rifle
Normano-Scottish
Actually, I dont.
My Enfield no4 mk1 is Canadian and my L1A1 is Australian.
I would do unspeakable things to Adelle and her voluptuous body
She's lost a lot of weight.
I quite like the webly, only because I think top break is neet
Are we just going to list every country that exists and has ever existed or might exist in the future?
Is this the new shit post?
Is it crack? Is that what you smoke?
the most british gun I have is a Winchester P17
I'd totally give Adele the old silly-willy. Even more so when she was fat.
Do the brits make guns? You can't own them, how is that?
>live in c**tryside where everyone is armed
>visiting my friend
>we're looking for batteries so I open his draw
>entirely full of illegal firearms, a bunch of pistols, to the brim with ammunition
>friend closes the draw
>stares at me and says nothing
>be 6 or 7
>playing hide and seek at my friends house
>they've got this huge, imposing grandfather clock
>maybe it wasn't that big, i was small idk
>'maybe i can hide in that, genius'
>open the door, get on the floor, you guessed it, multiple rifles and shotguns
>shat myself, told my friend later
>we attempt to sneakily extract them, he wasn't even aware of these
>no ammunition, we have no idea what we're doing
>his dad finds us trying to dismantle one
>I'm honestly not sure why we were doing that
>he puts it back together, shows us how it works, apparently one was broken and needed a spring of some sort, god this memory is vague
>produces a working 22
>takes us rabbiting
>i'm given an air gun and not allowed to shoot the 22
Why'd he put them in the clock?
>live in countryside as a teenager
>get a major crush on one of the local farm girls
>short, cute, and busty to the point where you wondered what sort of space age alloy her spine was made of
>we get close, she invites me over to spend the night at her place
>after sunset she says she likes to take a walk around the farm, make sure nobodies breaking in and stealing shit etc
>I think this is some kind of cover for her wanting to screw out in the fields
>all blood rushes to my dick, don't even think it's strange that she's picking up an old lee-enfield with the bayonet attached that looks about the size of a howitzer in her hands
>we walk out around the farm in the dark, with me trying to cop a feel without being obvious about it (because I'm still a moronic and horny teenager at this point)
>she bats my hands away and asks me if I heard that
>confused face.jpg
>she points down to one of the electricity pylons in the field below us, there are people with torches moving around the base
>"fricking gypos" she mutters
>before I know what's happening she fires five rounds, rapid, over their heads and is screaming every profanity in the book as they run like hell
>she turns to me with the cutest smile and asks if I want to head back for some tea
Unfortunately no sexy time that night, or with her later (she got weird pretty soon after that), but that's one of those memories that sticks with you.
Unfortunately not. I am stalking some really nice London SxSs at this time, so it might change in the foreseeable future.
>adele
you mean ADAIUWLL
i heard adaiuwll talking on a video once
apalling roadman + essex moron hybrid
Does one of these count?
Only if you've got some ammo for it.
I dont think ammo for it exists anymore. But you can still buy the launchers at gunstores and online
How have you not at least tried to build your own rounds for it, and there are still a few of the original rounds out there (mostly inert training rounds, but still).
Youd probably blow yourself up trying to reuse those. Though Some have made homemade inert rounds with a shotgun shell as the charge in the back