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It seems like this post is advocating vigilanteism using the most charged example possible. There's a society somewhat east of ours that operates on that very principle; you can read about it every day on the front page. As tough as it is for a victim to go through a criminal trial, (and state sanctions against child molestation are substantial), most citizens apparently prefer that to anarchy. If we didn't, we'd stop funding the criminal justice system altogether.

Now a weta; that CAN eat the soft parts of your face.

Crystal methanol: the anti-anti-drug.

Sorry, I just cleaned out my rocket box last night At least I got the sour milk smell out of the back cargo area. There was a little pool of milk in a plastic retainer all curdled up and nasty looking. You'll have to burn the whole vehicle. See previous posting for tinder.

That's where an attack stoat comes into its own.

Get between a weka and his empty tuna can and find out who's boss.

You can grow a beard?

Quack.

I'm getting a hankering to shit in your butter dish. Stand in line. We've got two dogs and two cats.

I don't like the smell of olives anymore.

Ducky.

Just keep your relations out of my compost pile. That's where I become the aggressor.

I wouldn't clean a urinal with Jack Daniels.

...and acting like you're a 'player'. Geh.

Shouldn't, perhaps, but legally, it does very much.

Jesus, I'm almost killed by a porcupine and all you guys can talk about is protecting your vehicles! If they can chew throught the better part of a tractor trailer tire, imagine what they can do to the soft parts of your face!

I would only add that the number of shots matters quite a bit. One shot could have been explained away as an 'I didn't mean to actually pull the trigger'; manslaughter. After that, well, you're plinking using a human target. Taking it further, had the shooter emptied the clip into the victim, we probably wouldn't bother to have this discussion.

z'long as therez 'nuff sun ta light the Volcano, miaahhhnnn, you kin jis stay where U R, dewwwwwd.

Wow. Poker. Golf. Jags. Everything but...chics. Geh. Geh. Geh.

Two years ago I went for a trail run through the Fifth of July Peak area above the Chiwawa River. As I traversed the trail just below Carne Mountain, I was confronted by an enormous bull porcupine; peerless, fearless, and leashless. He crawled down from his tree and began advancing at a menacing pace of a third of a mile per hour or so, maintaining full eye contact, all the while snorting aggressively like an deflating bagpipe. As anyone who's been charged by a 40 pound rodent can tell you, I was terrified as I stumbled backwards to escape the onslaught. Had been carrying the trusty Desert Eagle I'd been thinking about impulse buying, I could have blown his quills over half of Entiat County. Instead, I had only my instincts for protection. Finally, it dawned on me; I began to walk away from him. I still wake up nights thinking about what might have happened had I tripped, hit my head on a rock, and been rendered unconscious during that desperate moment.

Like, where'z the flip out Volcano, miaahnnn?

Cigars indicate an unaddressed oral fixation for dark, thick, long tube-shaped objects coupled with a burning sensation. Geh. Geh. Geh.

siouluir powur, diooooood.

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