I know a lot of people don't get it. I'm on the fence. I grew up with guns in the house, for defense and for hunting. They were never locked up, and neither was the ammo. My dad told us not to touch them and we didn't. He had a few rifles, maybe four, and one hand gun.

Going along with the stoned girl (no judgement, been there before). Two of my friends and I ate some acid in college. As college kids are known to do late at night we decide we are going to go grab some food. Being that it is about 4 in the morning, the only thing that is open is Country Kitchen. Now I am sure this…

I am De Groot.

Just wait till you see the new missile weapons Iran is developing.

You need to wield your cat like a gun if you want to include it in your senior portrait.

I am Glute.