because he's a professional hitman, think about his screen nameGotta ask, why do you usually brings guns with you? Only gun in our house is an 1864 US Colt flintlock which probably hasn't been fired since the Civil War.
because he's a professional hitman, think about his screen nameGotta ask, why do you usually brings guns with you? Only gun in our house is an 1864 US Colt flintlock which probably hasn't been fired since the Civil War.
You‘re not the first to make that connection. Perhaps you’ve met my alter ego.because he's a professional hitman, think about his screen name
It’s like the same with where they dispose the liquid containers that exceed the volume…right next to a while line of people. If there was an explosive that’s a lot of casualties. Can’t make this upOften enough when I travel by airplane, I either bring a few pistols or one of my hunting rifles or AR-15. Of course, I don't try to bring them into the cabin, but... in order to fly with your firearms you have to bring them to the ticket counter of all places and, LOL, open them up for everyone to see. There is NOTHING like opening up a rifle case and displaying your AR-15 or AK 47 in front of an all ready nervous group of travelers. One thing is for sure, it does seem to quiet people down in line who may have been a little pushy.
Same with cheese. When I lived on the west coast I was flying back from Wisconsin with three blocks of cheese and several bags of cheese curds (it was to share with friends and coworkers I totally swear….) and going into the TSA line I had the bad set on top of my carryons and let them know it was cheese.I bought a block of Aunt Leah's Fudge in the airport in Chicago as a gift. I was pulled out of line at security and they had to manually search my bag. Apparently fudge has the same consistency as plastique ! If that's a problem why sell it right outside the security line ???
Every single time I return from Missouri with a 5 lb block of Provel Cheese. The AR-15 is fine. The block of cheese - never makes them happy.Still pulled to the side and completely searched as cheese has the density of C4 or so I was told lol
So that they can confiscate it, send it back out, and resell it.I bought a block of Aunt Leah's Fudge in the airport in Chicago as a gift. I was pulled out of line at security and they had to manually search my bag. Apparently fudge has the same consistency as plastique ! If that's a problem why sell it right outside the security line ???
you don't remember that Lancaster job too well, that makes sense with what a wild time that was.You‘re not the first to make that connection. Perhaps you’ve met my alter ego.
That might just have been quality control for the fudge. I think the person either just didn't like you or thought you had enough fudge.I bought a block of Aunt Leah's Fudge in the airport in Chicago as a gift. I was pulled out of line at security and they had to manually search my bag. Apparently fudge has the same consistency as plastique ! If that's a problem why sell it right outside the security line ???
Agreed. It took me many years to establish a new identity.you don't remember that Lancaster job too well, that makes sense with what a wild time that was.
jealousy. I'd mess with you too. Though cheese blocks are pretty primo for smuggling things.Every single time I return from Missouri with a 5 lb block of Provel Cheese. The AR-15 is fine. The block of cheese - never makes them happy.
you did good with that. No one has ever even figured out why some of us call you Steven two Shoes.Agreed. It took me many years to establish a new identity.
The sad part of this story is that more often than not, I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat after having a dream where I was forced to dig up one of the bodies - sometimes of people I cared about and respected, and move them to a more secure location. When I wake up in the morning, I can only wonder how I allowed myself to go down this path in the first place. El Salvador, in the 80s started out as a humanitarian gig. If only I hadn't had so much to drink that one night in the bar with what I thought were fellow NGOs - who all turned out to be operatives for you know who. What was done was done, but I fear I may burn in Hell for what was required by the Firm in the name of Government security. Hell, just responding to this most likely will get me flagged again by the agency and clearance pulled - once again. It's been decades since I restarted my life, but way too often it seems like yesterday. My brother, who has TS clearance discovered what I did in my past and now he refuses to see me alone. I keep telling him the past is the past. I think this is why I smoke a pipe.you did good with that. No one has ever even figured out why some of us call you Steven two Shoes.
Cellared fudge tastes better !So that they can confiscate it, send it back out, and resell it.
That fudge you bought is 20 years old.