The Weirdest Dream

Just woke up from a nap.  Had the weirdest dream.  It freaked me out a little bit, because I reaized that for every woman I have ever fucked, and knew the name of, there are a lot more women whose actual names I don't know.  I actually had a girl tell me two different names in two different occassions, and that's a girl I came inside of, and who swallowed my cum.  For every girl whose name I actually know, there are ten whose real names I don't know, and there's a good chance I got a bunch of them pregnant too.  I also got paid a good bunch of money by a man to fuck his wife, and I fucked another man's wife every Saturday night for several months.  He never asked me my name,  nor I his or his wife's.  They were into bondage, so the woman would always be blindfolded.  She never saw my face.  The first few times, the man told me "you can fuck her without a condom, just don't come inside her."  The last few times he told me he wanted me to come inside his wife, so I did.  I mean seriously, when a man asks me to fuck his wife and come inside her, the only possible ending is that I'm gonna fuck his wife and come inside her.  And I made her come too.  Out of all the women I have fucked, there are only three that I know for sure I gave an orgasm to. She was the first, and her husband got off watching me do that to her, and BTW I did not do that once, twice, or thrice.  I made that woman come every Saturday night over the course of several months.  There are probably a few sons of mine running around, and I'm fairly sure they look as handsome as me.

Guns

When I was 19, I worked security downtown Oakland.  I lived in Berkeley at the time, and was not expecting to get mugged as I got off the bus in Berkeley.  Since I could not legally own a modern pistol because of my age, all I had to defend myself was a miniature British commando dagger.  I later found out that knife saved my life, because those same muggers killed someone a few days before.  And by the way, they got no money off me, only a cheap plastic flashlight.  After that I bought my first pistol (I already owned a rifle; but you can't carry that on the street).  My first pistol was a .44 black powder single action 1851 confederate navy six shooter replica.  The next time someone tried to mug me, they ended up running away.  and that's why I love guns.  I actually can shoot a revolver way more accurately than most semiautos; but my .45 PS9 is def my war pistol.  Heckler and Koch.  When others compromise, they don't.
Also, I love the G3 rifle they make.  Just the noise that .308 NATO cartridge makes as you pull the trigger is a pretty good deterrent for any potential threats.  Also, that gun happens to weigh about 13 lb. and firing it, even as suppressing fire is an act of violence.  Even the brass will hit you so hard.  BTW, .308 Winchester happens to be the same caliber as an m-60 belt fed multipurpose machine gun.  I'll take the G3 over the m-60, though.  Roller locked, cocked, and ready to rock.  BTW, the history of why the G3 is one of the most accurate, powerful, and reliable weapons in the world even now in the 21st century is truly amazing.  You can throw sand at that bitch by the scoop and it just grinds it into powder.  Headshot biotch.  That's a thing gamers say, right?  Headshot?  Is this thing on?
Nailed it, yo.

Ok, I haven't slept a wink; but Imma say something....

My brother was asking me some weird questions last night.  I will not reveal my identity, nor his.   I will say this:  If anyone so much as touches a hair on my brother's head, there is no corner in the world where that person can ever hide from me and my sword.  Stupid only lasts a lifetime; but dead is forever.

Shit fuck shit

A very wise man once said to me that the only thing you ever get out of life is 24 hours in a day, and it's up to you what you do in that time.  I'm worried about someone, because he asked me something, and I hope he doesn't do anything stupid.  Shit fuck shit.  It's not even 3 a.m. here yet.

What do you say when you're all out of words, and everybody is asleep?  What do you say when you don't know what to say?

What do you say when you lead by example, and your example is taken the wrong way?

The only thing you can say then is shit fuck shit.

Update

Ok, so adsense recently told me I'd violated their terms of service.  That means unless they change their policies, I stand to make zero dollars off them in the future.  That does not mean I'm not gonna post anymore, nor that I will censor myself to fit their terms of service.  I never said this was a family channel or a kid's channel.  I wouldn't mind this channel being age restricted either.  In fact, I'm gonna look into that, or if you guys know how to make that happen, please let me know.
More Kilka and Sophia coming soon; but this new story arc introduces new recurring characters, and it's gonna be a looooonggggggg sssssssssssssttttttttttttooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy arc.  I haven't completely hashed  it out; but the cool thing is I might be able to make the models available to you in Papekura, so you can make your own Kilka and Sophes costumes next Halloween, and the other thing, is this next story arc doesn't center too much around K&S; but more on K&S's frienemies.  Also, I think I pretty much have the transforming trikes worked out, just have to make miniature functioning models of them.  Also trying to make a Youtube comedy channel; but out of that, a K&S channel might be born

Semi-automatics vs. Full Autos

Ok, so the laws in most places make a big deal out of full autos vs. semiautos.  Let me introduce you to the concept of bump fire.  Yeah, mothafucka, I'm firing a revolver full auto just by placing my thumbthrough my belt loop.  Just look up bumpfire on Youtube.  You'll see what I'm talking about.