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I went shooting on the weekend which is a thing if you live in Australia. Like straight up no one goes shooting because it is really hard. You need to organise licenses and all this shit. This deal came up on one of those deal sites for a day at this shooting range so we went for it.
It was weird. We shot a glock, the same one the Australian po po and military use, a 44 calibre revolver, the Dirty Harry magnum and a shotgun. It was weird. A weird experience. Shooting a gun is not what I was expecting. It’s not like in the movies. It’s not empowering. It’s scary and hard and tiring. It wears you out. It’s loud as fuck.
I had his kind of fantasy that I would be like a natural stone cold dead eye shot and the dude would cream his pants over me and set me up with the olympic team and I would just be an instant olympian. It didn’t really happen but I wasn’t a bad shot.
Afterwards my friends and I all felt like we’d done it and don’t want to do it any more. We ticked it off and the end. No desire to do it again. But then later I kind of wanted to do it again. I think it’s like anything that challenges you and is hard/scary. Anything that has risk involved. You do it for a bit and then you are like wow that’s really full on, I’ve had enough. But then you think about on it and you crave it. Just like outdoor climbing, martial arts…another one I forgot.
We couldn’t really take many photos in the range but we got to pose with the worlds most powerful production handgun afterwards, the thing is designed to straight up stop an elephant or grizzly bear in one shot. The instructor shot it and epic flames came out both ends. Bam bam bam bammmm.
Some friends and I have started this group where we meet up and work on our creative projects and motivate each other and collab on projects and shit. Use it as a vehicle to get our creative stuff out there. By creative stuff I mean like writing, film, drawing, etc. So it’s like a creative collective. We decided to do this over $7 steaks at this crappy pub we all like a few weeks ago and then met up yesterday for the first like creative meetup.
So we go to this pub and the four of us walk in and see this chick wearing this bizarre bikini top and tiny skirt outfit and we aren’t really sure what the deal is but we all are like hey we dig it, cellulite aside, and sat down. Turns out she was a bikini waitress and the bar puts them on for the UFC. Cool whatever. This was all dandy and we’re warming up, not really knowing what we were meant to be doing it being our first meet up when the second waitress came over.
So she’s talking to us and we’re giving out the cool nice to meet you go away vibes and she just stays there. And is talking about her fucking life story and shit. Like how she does burlesque and how her parents are all supportive except her asshole stepdad. Actually I just realised something. We were all “damn daddy issues” but maybe she fakes the daddy issues to make her seem easier to pick up so she will get more tips from guys. Some inception waitress shit. Damn.
Anyway what’s the deal with this? Why would I want to go to a pub with my bros and be having a hang and have some washed up 28+ year old bother me and bully me into buying drinks and tipping and shit. What kind of guy needs to be flirted with for tips in the most transparent way. It’s just fucking annoying.
I’m wayyyy sick of people who are paid to annoy you. Like these charity pesterers. I was walking past one and shes like hi so I ignore her and walk past and she’s like “you’re ignoring me how rude”. Like in a joking way but come on. Like I walk past you fuckers ever day and I’m obviously not interested so why you got to say a thing. I’m rude for not allowing myself to be pestered by you while you look at me like a walking dollar sign.
And fuck burlesque. Burlesque is boring as shit. It’s some chick doing some lame dance and then maybe getting her tits out while you eat a pretty average dinner for a $20 cover charge.
Burlesque, broke ass burlesque dancers doing bikini waitressing and annoying backpackers in pink shirts brandishing clipboards can all fuck off.
I want to living on this sweet island, it’s got everything that I could want - access to fresh fish for my 100% sashimi diet, rock walls for climbing, a little beach to hang out on, my own pet polar bear, clean water. What a fucking LIFE.
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Why didn't you kill yourself today?: Where I am and where I WISH I was
Awesome sex story! Not sure if it will all reblog, if it doesn’t go read it on YDYKYT.
Okay so I’m at work. I’ve spoken to about 200 moronic customers. Don’t get me wrong most of them are nice enough but that doesn’t save them from being complete morons. The cubicle farm is ruining my posture, dimming my eyes and sucking my soul the fuck dry and all I can really think about is how…
There were too many of us, we had access to too much equipment, too much money, and little by little we went insane.
I didn’t know what that quote was from for years, I’d just heard it on that UNKLE track and I always thought it was a sick sample. It was only when I saw Hearts of Darkness years later that I found out.
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This movie is so fucking underrated. It’s got like 3 notes and is fucking amazing. I really hope there’s another post of it that has like 20,000 reblogs because it deserves it.
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What a fucking paradise. I looked into this island and it’s actually an island located off the coast of Portugal called Vila Franca Islet. it’s actually only 1.2km away from a city and already quite a tourist destination so so much for it being super exotic.
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