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You’ll Fry Your Eye Out, Kid!

You’ll Fry Your Eye Out, Kid!

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Lasers — lasers are cool. Lasers have topped the yearly cool list since their introduction in the 60s. While other cool items have gone out of fashion, lasers have remained steady in their position of coolness. They’ve outlasted everything from leather pants to wearing sunglasses at night. Even at their advanced age,  lasers still climbing the charts to the top of the coolness list as modern fashion and pop culture runs out of ugly things for us to wear and useless trinkets like an iPhone for us to carry around.

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Shotgun Blast To The Abdomen Just Pisses Jerry Miculek Off More

Shotgun Blast To The Abdomen Just Pisses Jerry Miculek Off More

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I heard that Jerry Miculek can eat a bowl of nails without any milk. I heard he once killed Wolafman Jack with a trident, and then he hunted down and killed the banana splits with a machete. I heard he organized a merger between UNICEF and Smith & Wesson. It’s a little known fact that the Miculek family crest is a picture of a barracuda eating Neil Armstrong. I heard he drives an ice cream truck covered in human skulls, which is probably why Jerry Miculek is the only person Chuck Norris truly fears.

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Two Barrels Are Better Than One

Two Barrels Are Better Than One

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Four barrels are most certainly better than two. The only way this could get any better is if the shooter could grow an extra pair of arms, so he could shoot another two pistols. Then you’d get eight rounds down range every trigger pull. Imagine how many targets you could hit with that. A lot, probably. I’m not too good at math, but I know that eight bullets means eight barrels, and eight is most certainly more than four. It stands to reason that more is better because there’s no way that it could be worse.

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This Is My Rifle — This Is My Gun

This Is My Rifle — This Is My Gun

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Way out West there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of the Backyard Scientist. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. The Backyard Scientist, he called himself the Backyard Scientist. Now, the Backyard Scientist — he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.

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