Aight, listen up—y’all got a gender-confused lutefisk whisperer in the chat.
Just fled Minnesota’s state motto (“Hold my beer… but only if you’re legally obligated”) to join y’all. Don’t worry, I’m not sellin’ snake oil, MLM viagra, or my ex’s hockey gear… unless you’re real into emotional baggage and expired Caribou Coffee coupons.
**Why I’m here?**
- To test if your $3K Vortex Razor can dig my Subaru out of a snowbank (-30°F or it’s weak).
- To teach y’all how ”ope, just gonna squeeze past ya” is the ultimate home-defense strategy.
- To finally answer: Can you larp in flannel?Spoiler: Only if your plate carrier holds casserole.
DISCLAIMER: Not a lawyer, just a ”DINK with a hyperfixation on ballistics” (thanks, ADHD!) Let’s argue about muzzle velocity like divorced uncles at Thanksgiving.
If the comments get spicy, I have a ”duty to retreat” like a dad at a gender-reveal party. I’ll dip from arguments faster than a Flat Earther at a NASA convention. Y’all ain’t worth my parole officer’s time.

**Why I’m here?**
- To test if your $3K Vortex Razor can dig my Subaru out of a snowbank (-30°F or it’s weak).
- To teach y’all how ”ope, just gonna squeeze past ya” is the ultimate home-defense strategy.
- To finally answer: Can you larp in flannel?Spoiler: Only if your plate carrier holds casserole.
DISCLAIMER: Not a lawyer, just a ”DINK with a hyperfixation on ballistics” (thanks, ADHD!) Let’s argue about muzzle velocity like divorced uncles at Thanksgiving.

