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Join the contestHere in the city I work, required for business to provide feminine products in the men’s bathroom. So hell yeah, gone to far. Although a tampon might provide a good temporary dressing for a gunshot wound in a workplace shootingI really wonder if this transgender thing really, really has gone too far.
A sign in the MEN’S restroom of our local Dollar Store
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My MiL used to work there.
I haven't seen Jensen triaxles in years.
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Not all heroes wear capes
I haven't handled a Mark V in a long time, but I don't remember them having the left side of the action cut away like the Sauer 80 action does. This one looks like a short action, both of mine are long actions. They've got the Carl Gustav script in the scalloped part, with the Sauer logo on either side.Isn't it a Mark V? Roy gave one to John Wayne, Nolan Ryan and Reagon, plus I'm sure others.
This is what my high school ride looked like….AMF went out of business and the local overstock bought a ton of them and sold them at $300 each circa 1983 or so.
We, as a society and culture, stopped correcting children of bad behavior. And here we are.My grandma was a farmer's wife. You didn't have meat, rice and vegetable. You had a choice of meats and vegetables, rice, biscuits (home made) with raw honey or cornbread. If you didn't want gravy on your rice or potatoes, there was a bowl of cooking grease. Mason jars of sweet iced tea (the other kind did not exist) You could request coffee. Then came desert.
There was a small bowl on the table for lead shot whenever it was duck/dove season. You did not wear a hat. Grace was said before anything was sampled and Yes, Sir/ Ma'am were not optional. At about age six my little brother said something like "I swear..." before he could get the entire sentence out of his mouth, my grandmother slapped his face. Then my mother took him in the next room and finished administering the punishment.
There was a McDs where I grew up, it was 70 miles away...but there was one.Didn't have McDs when I grew up, but I remember those prices.
Hot dogs were a nickel at the Winn Dixie on Saturdays.