Where in God’s name did my ass go?
I have all my life had a massive and muscular ass. The Buttcheeks of Doom were capable of cracking a walnut, up until rather recently, in fact. I won’t try it now, because I don’t think I want to know.
I can’t get a belt tight enough to keep my pants up on my ass. My ass is still there, dammit, it just doesn’t seem like it… projects.
Shit. Between this and the back hair and the invitation to join AARP, I’m starting to be less than amused.
Requiem for my lamented buttocks, by Richard Cheese.
Caustic fart erosion.
MagNaPort uses electron discharge machining, you’re using……other means. So, you’ve got lower recoil but more muzzle blast?
Anyone make a suppressor for that?
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
Being that your ass is behind you, how would you know (unless your wife told you in the most mournful tones…)?
Since we’re on the subject, Og, I haven’t seen your resident Troll lately. Is he on vacation or has your most colorful posts finally driven him from the field of discussion? :)
Well, duh! You scratched it off in your sleep.
rdennis – “well duh, you scratched it off in your sleep”. Come on, give me an alert on that! Coffee all over the keyboard. :-)
I’m a truly white man–back, crack, & legs.
Welcome to the Club of those with “Noassatall.” I’ve had the problem since high-school. Really creates problems when I’ve carrying my .45 or other steel pistol.
If ya find yours, look around and if see mine hanging out, grab it, and tell that sonofabitch to go home.
I think Og’s ass is doing the news at PMSNBC. They’ve shaved it and named it David Shuster.
Gerry N.