3d printer go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Oh yeah! Now I remember! She bought her (blank) a (blank) for (Blank), which I thought was a ridiculous gift for a (blank) of the age of (Clas.), but when I remembered that her (blank)--who turned out to be her "secret" (blank)--had the same item prominently displayed in his "living" (snicker) room on the one or two times I was allowed to meet him/her/it socially, and when I discovered that she had arranged for extra (blank) shipped to my home
WITH MY NAME ON IT, NOT HERS
and then the entire goddam Family disappeared off the cell network for at least 12 hours, I figured, "oh, someone is making ghost guns and/or receivers and thinks I'm a good candidate to hide that traffick behind." And, well, guess what?
I am not good to hide behind. I am your fuckin'
doom to hide
behind FROM,
Shitheads. Hey, Asuka, what's the Federal penalty schedule for manufacturing ghost guns out of a shitty one-bedroom apartment in the 20ft sky of an unassuming neighborhood in A*******, WA?
Asking for a friend.
