That’s what this is for. They’ll hang a large curtain around it to keep primer and paint overspray from drifting throughout the neighborhood.

Not sure you can reform those that are unwilling to recognize a fault within themselves. Their perspective is always that the fault lies external.

I dunno, I’m pretty dope.

First time, shame on me…

It’s the finality of it, I think.

Glad to bring a smile!

Cry us a river, dildo. Meanwhile, go fuck yourself.

Managed a close up mirror selfie.

Note: goddamn that place is a sty

There is no cat. Only Zuul.

What’s gramma gonna do with a drone?!

Rigby, MoMo, Sauron, Tiger, Doug. I miss all of you.

My wife’s beloved and jovial grandfather committed suicide with a .38 revolver after a prolonged bout of health issues that left him feeling desperate and dependant on his family for care. My wife’s father finds his dad dead with pistol laying next to him. After the funeral, we’re going through the possessions of the estate, and seeing that pistol laying on the table and watching everyone relive that loss was just terrible.

15 years later, my wife’s father dies of heart issues. Invariably, we find it again amongst her father’s possessions. It compounded the feeling of loss already being felt by the sudden and unexpected death of her father.

My brother-in-law has it now and has already had one stroke. He is petty shitty at taking care of himself and we expect he won’t be around too much longer. My wife and I know we get to revisit that damn gun again. Should it come to us, I’ll melt it with a torch into slag and drop it into a lake to rust into nothing.

I realize that we’re the last ones to know and feel what pain that weapon was at the center of. Our kids weren’t even alive when it was used that way, and they’d likely see it as a family curiosity piece. That said, like our family members, it needs to be put to rest once and for all. It’s been a part of too much pain.

Plan to melt the damn thing down. It has done enough harm.

Been through this. It’s weird.

I lived in a small town on the New Madrid fault line in the middle of tornado alley most of my life and yep, we stocked up because we knew if a sizable enough earthquake hit the area, we were small enough to not get any attention for a long time while the nearby cities were recovering. There’s definitely point of wisdom for sticking back supplies for a few months, but stacking a cellar full of tactical mil spec fishing poles and the like is mental masturbation for delusional assholes with less sense than money.

It’s not nice to kink shame.

This is the best showerthought I’ve seen in ages.

I think I’m going to like it here!