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I am madly in love with Kim Yo-Jong and can't stop thinking about her. Does anyone have a way to contact her so I can confess my feelings to her? Any recommendations for reeducation camps to take her on our first date?

Before my first solo I did the traditional baby cattle butchering routine that is mandated by the FAA. After starting the engine, I tenderized the meat using the propeller, but now the playne is covered in veal guts and almost smells as bad as a bag lady's taint. My see eff eye says that it's a learning experience, but I'm having my doubts and my confidence is shot. Does pre-flight meal prep ever get better, and is there better marinade besides 100LL?

I completely dropped the soap on my PPL anal exam. The oral exam went well as I have been practicing at the handicapped stall glory hole for a good 6 months or so, but once it came to the anal exam I just clammed up. I've had a lot of training with my CFI and my priest, but I guess since it was my first time with a DPE I just wasn't ready for the maneuvers he was expecting. How can I bounce back from this setback, and how can I help sooth localized soreness?

I've been having a problem where my hookers have been dying during taxi and before we can join the mile high club. How can I prevent this, and how I can I tell the gender of my hookers before we get into the playne? Am I supposed to do a pre-flight on the hooker as well?

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L to R: Beretta M1935, CZ 83, Fatih 13 (Beretta 81 clone), P32, CZ 27

It's been over 6 months since I bought some cheap Norma 32acp for something like $17.99/box and I only have 2 boxes left. Cheapest I can find now is like $30/box before shipping. I really want to shoot my cool True Caliber pistols, but it's the whole catch-22 of, if I shoot, then I won't have any more ammo. I went to the range yesterday with some 9mm's and 22's, but put a box of 32 through my awesome Beretta M1935 and was thinking about how much I missed shooting my Beretta 81 clone, Savage 1917, and Skorpion.

Someone please tell me it's going to get better. That's it's going to be okay. That I'll be able to enjoy ALL of my guns someday without taking out a 2nd mortgage.

Anyone else get a bit down when you do some sort of medical/dental form and it asks you for an emergency contact, but you don't have one? I do have a couple of close friends, but they live nowhere near me and I have no support network where I live. If the doc screws up, I guess just call an Uber and dump my body in front of my house, because no one else gives a shit.

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Deer balls. They're under a buck.

I guess they are just lack-toes intolerant.

It was lame.