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This happens way too often…it’s important to remember guns don’t kill people, like spoons and forks don’t make people fat

I think all of this is part of their agenda to kill the Second Amendment which of course they will fail...

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Free Palestine and America from ZOG

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We don't know it's the vaxx, but...

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#St. John Francis Regis June 16th | Saint of the Day

St. John Francis Regis Confessor of the Society of Jesus June 16 True virtue, or Christian perfection, consists not in great or shining actions, but resides in the heart, and appears to great edification, though in the usual train of common and religious duties constantly performed fidelity and fervor. Such a life has its trials, and often a severer martyrdom than that which stands the test of the flames. This we find in the life of the holy servant of God, John Francis Regis. He was born on the 31st of January, in 1597, at Foncouverte, a village in the diocese of Narbonne in Languedoc. His parents, John Regis, who was descended from a younger branch of the noble house of Deplas, in Rovergue, and Magdalen Darcis, daughter to the lord of Segur, were distinguished amongst the nobility of Lower Languedoc by their virtue.

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If you aren't thinking about mauling the face of a politician, you are probably a bot.

Shit's probably worse off than you think. Doing it is easy, no need to pay a place $80-$120 for the job. Most of you already know how it's done. For those who don't:

Pop it off, use a Dremel or flapper disk on your grinder. Dremel has a $10 plastic guide if you're not sure of angle. For the grinder, the quickest/easiest method, just follow the angle. Use a vice if you have one, or use a clamp or two on a bench or table.

You only need to get it sharper than a dull rock, so it makes good practice sharpening things if you don't already know how.

If you're having issues with it spinning, use a breaker bar, crowbar, or stick to shove between the blade and the cutting deck near the spindle. It should be long enough to hit the ground when you have the mower propped up. To prop it up use something heavy on the handles or shove the handle under something nearer to the ground like a bumper or the edge of a trailer.

And while you're at it, check the spark plug and air filter.

What the fuck?

I was driving along on a residential street coming up on a 4 way stop, there's a car behind me, a car stopping across from me, and a car coming up to the intersection to my left. No big deal, I am downshifted into first gear and hitting the brakes. I pull in the clutch and give it more brakes to stop. when all of a sudden the bike is sliding sideways somehow,

what the fuck?

Its slipping out from underneath me. I put my feet down to catch it, and my fucking feet are sliding along with the bike and there is no grip, what the fuck, its slippery as wet ice all of a sudden, and next thing I know, the bike i layin on its side and so am I.

What the fuck?

I get up onto my feet and shut off the bike and go to pick it up and I notice the whole fucking area of the street there I am on is completely covered with fucking dirty oil and is slippery as can be.

I never noticed that coming up to the corner cause I was paying attention to the cars making sure they are going to stop and watching for danger from them. I should have been watching for the danger of the fucking oil.

Then I was pissed.

Then the guy who was behind be pulled up along side of me and asked me if I was ok. I told him, fucking oil, it all slipped out from under me, and he says I know, I saw that, are you allright?

And I was ok, and my bike stared up and got me home, I'm going to look at it in the morning in the daylight, but it looks like the back blinker thing got scratched, the mirror on the left handlebar got loosened but I was able to get that back in place. It's probably scratched too. And my footpeg is all bent. And there is something squeaking that wasn't squeaking before.

Damn it.