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You ever get that feeling where you just think: "Damn... I bet I'm the only person in the world that's this weird" ? Well, I had that feeling today where after fixing my stepdad's car, then fixing his airsoft gun, I randomly ordered a friking pizza, ate the entire thing by myself and then proceeded to use the box as a target for that gun to test it.
Then I drank a coke can, and proceeded to use the leftover cardboard of the pizzabox to make sort of a silhouette and used the empty coke can as a head. I then practiced my headshots.
What should creep me out more: that entire situation, or the fact that I'm still just as good with a gun as half a year ago without any practice? I love guns. It may sound weird, but I just really do. There's 3 things I enjoy in the world: music, romance and weapons. As a thing seperately, that's normal, I guess. The combination however, I'm not sure, feel free to comment on that.
When my stepdad's car got fixed, he asked me to test if it worked. You should've seen the expression on his face when I drifted it around a corner to "test" it. Lol, he wanted to kill me. That is, until I reminded him that I just pretty much fixed his car by myself. And pushed it, a lot. Jumper cables not available, so I had to push the goddamn Mercedes 220 myself.
My hobbies are awesome. Those typical things that keep you happy. Gotta find me a new romance though. Maybe one where I don't get too attached? The last one ended up becoming a still lasting disaster. So for now, my plan is: working out 5 days a week in the gym (anti-stress) and trying to get a gun to practice.
So until next time, stay tuned,
Bender
P.S.: This picture = my type of thinking.
If you don't get it: snipers hold their breath when they shoot.
You ever get that feeling where you just think: "Damn... I bet I'm the only person in the world that's this weird" ? Well, I had that feeling today where after fixing my stepdad's car, then fixing his airsoft gun, I randomly ordered a friking pizza, ate the entire thing by myself and then proceeded to use the box as a target for that gun to test it.
Then I drank a coke can, and proceeded to use the leftover cardboard of the pizzabox to make sort of a silhouette and used the empty coke can as a head. I then practiced my headshots.
What should creep me out more: that entire situation, or the fact that I'm still just as good with a gun as half a year ago without any practice? I love guns. It may sound weird, but I just really do. There's 3 things I enjoy in the world: music, romance and weapons. As a thing seperately, that's normal, I guess. The combination however, I'm not sure, feel free to comment on that.
When my stepdad's car got fixed, he asked me to test if it worked. You should've seen the expression on his face when I drifted it around a corner to "test" it. Lol, he wanted to kill me. That is, until I reminded him that I just pretty much fixed his car by myself. And pushed it, a lot. Jumper cables not available, so I had to push the goddamn Mercedes 220 myself.
My hobbies are awesome. Those typical things that keep you happy. Gotta find me a new romance though. Maybe one where I don't get too attached? The last one ended up becoming a still lasting disaster. So for now, my plan is: working out 5 days a week in the gym (anti-stress) and trying to get a gun to practice.
So until next time, stay tuned,
Bender
P.S.: This picture = my type of thinking.
If you don't get it: snipers hold their breath when they shoot.
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