The laws of physics dictate that nothing will ever be simple for me, ever.

Mp5SD5, black matte finish, 250fps, dual firing mode, ambodextrous fire selector, flash suppressor, three point sling, stock modification, hop modifications.

dismantle time

thirty minutes

now


giant paperweight.


Myself, Kyle, and my brother Andrew went out with my german-bought MP5 airsoft guns (gun in question actually belonging to Brandon, friend in iraq.) After two rounds, about fifteen minutes each, the gun started to lock in full auto and spray plastic pellets all over the god damn (mother fucking) place. it did this randomly.

like my posts.

So, tonight i attempted to find the problem.

after dismantling the weapon down to its finest and most rudimentry parts, i discovered the problem.

Sparing everyone the agony of explaining the inner workings of the chinese built srping based airsoft gun, i will say this...

a peice of plastic about one quarter the size of a pencil eraser had broken loose.

and i don't have nearly enough patience to mail-order a new firing assembly from china.

so its laying in peices on my pool table downstairs, which looks alot like a disgruntled swat officer's den. Its got one fully assembled MP5-SD5, one dismantled MP5-SD5, a P-90, a Baretta M92-f, four MP5 full mags, two silencers, and a spare stock all set in random order on the pool table. Its sort of relaxing...

Moral of the story:

don't take shit apart you don't plan on putting back together again.


Christmas is almost here. woopdie freakin doo.

I asked for virtually nothing, as that is just about what i could think of that my parents could afford to buy me. That, and the xbox 360 is MiA, so i might as well forget it. I did, however, ask for a Wacom tablet. which would kick ass. But i doubt i'll find one under the tree on christmas.

Hmmm... what exactly does the suffic "mas" mean? Christ-mas. Christs birthday...

so, does that mean my birthday is Joemas? would that make me the masboy? would anyone take that seriously?

Then again, we do take a big fat guy wearing a bright red suit shoving his massive gluttious down our fire-based ventilation system seriously, so i suppose i might have a shot.

Well, i have alot more to say, but this post is edging on long, and i know that most of you skimmed down the fucking page, ahem, (fucking) page to get to the end anyways. For those who can only see this text because you are about to click the comment link and leave some bull- ahem, (bullshit) in my comments box, know this:

The parts of this post which you did not read detail the sodomy of your mother.

Also, to insure the FBI reads this, allow me to add these keywords and phrases:
pipe bomb, allah, die bush, kill bush, america is a shitbag, insurgency, martyr, god, christmas, grand theft auto, fuck false democracy, FBI are pussies...

that last one about the pussies, eh, i don't really think was needed. I'll bet the FBI are plenty tough.

ALSO A SPECIAL HELLO TO MR. HANSON, CURRENTLY WITH THE US MILITARY IN IRAQ, MISSING CHRISTMAS WITH HIS FAMILY. SOMEWHERE ELSE IN IRAQ (cough fab bitch cough) BRANDON DOING ALOT OF THE SAME.