Sunday FGS
Merry Christmas, y’all. Especially to the slightly hung-over Santas who were up all night wrenching on toys missing parts, with instructions in Chinese. Hopefully there’s something naughty under the tree for you.
Category: Feel Good Stories
My Dad gave me my Remington .22 for Christmas the year I turned 6. It was the base model single shot. Years before he had bought two just like it one for each of my older brothers.
No telling how many thousands of rounds I plinked through that thing. Taught my daughter and son how to shoot with that .22, it is my sons now.
For my 15th Christmas, my dad gave me a Colt Frontier Scout .22. I still have it.
That is the great thing about firearms, if you take care of them, they become multi-generational hand me downs with stories to be told.
Well past the wrenching stage, even for the Grands. Man they all grow up fast don’t they? And it has been a reeeeeeel long time since I imbibed so much to get a hangover. Now if I could just get my house/critter sitter here and defrost the last water line I might to get rolling. That would be a FGS for me.
I would get naughty with that Sister Golden Haired Surprise, despite the plasticized Blouse Bunnies in that Over The Shoulder Boulder Holder. She does have a garter belt stout enough to hold a real pistol so there is that.
Merry Christmas to our very own Beloved AW1 “Kid Squid”(ht2 Ol’ Poe) Ed.
Your “Bah Humbug I hate you all” is just “Payback” for us flying into the danger zone of making snide remarks about those Naval Aviation Documentaries. We won’t put remarks on ice, man, but we’ll never lose that lovin’ feelin’ for you.
Merry Christmas to you all, stay safe and Semper Fi.
AW1Ed,
How about this picture for Sunday FGS?
We Is Bad…
And We Beat Navy…
😂😅🤣😆
Merry Christmas to our Favorite Squid!
And now after those two pictures of she and he breasts, may we present the following Christmas Meme…😉😎
Aw, that’s okay… depends on the audience, I guess.
My dad got me a hooker when I was 15 for Christmas.
Sorry to hear that Charlie. Just so you know, not all hookers have a penis. You just got lucky.
My uncle took his son to the local house of ill repute to celebrate his son’s 16th birthday. They lived in Nevada.