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Birthday, Crazy, and Dad: My dad growing up didn't care to learn to shoot, outside of boyscouts. He didn't like that I had a mosin nagant.... but he thinks my AK is really cool and within 5 minutes of seeing my cz 75 said "You need to teach me to shoot IS The problem is I foolishly showed him some slow motion videos of crazy handloads for shotgun shells on youtube. The next day he took me to walmart and told me to buy every nd of shotgun shell possible for my shotgun and to buy large quantities. I end up with 50 rounds of 2 and 3/4 inch buck, 50 rounds of 3 inch magnums, a shit load of slugs and a fuck of birdshot. Then we go out to the desert and he has me fire the rounds one at a time to observe the shotcap. He takes all the birdshot and then tells me I can keep the rest He took the rounds of birdshot to the garage emptied the shot out and took apart a few shells. Once he brained out how the wad and shotcup worked, then the handloads began Metallic sodium canister shot? Hits water and then BOOM! Dragon's breath? Shit nigguh, he makes tons of it, and unlike the crappy $5 a pop shells this shit actually starts fires like crazy because he puts sticky shit in it to hold clumps of burning magnesium together? Bolo? Fuck bolo, he just took small chain and coiled it up inside. He calls it THE DEATH NET He also realized he could use the pressure of a blank to launch shit, so he bought a separate barrel and built some sort of ghetto Chechen grenade launcher to fire shit out of. He took a 3 inch shell, poured the shot out and used the wad and powder to fire a tennis ball at me, it missed and put a massive dent in my car. He took it camping with him to show his friends, and took a pot shot with a road flare at one of the helicopter tours. He's also loaded shotgun shells with confetti for surprising people I bought a Remington 887 to give to him on his birthday, once he figures out what NITRO MAG means, and that 3.5 inch shells give him more fucking around capacity it will mean my poor little Norinco can go back to normalcy while he tries to see if he can get a shotgun to fire wooden stakes to hunt vampires with I was terrified when he was playing borderlands with me and got a shotgun that fired acidic shot. He just put down the ontroller after melting a dude and went to go pour through his various chemistry journals occasionally cackling maniacally Theres a certain amount of fear and pride when you are hiking with your dad and suddenly you hear a boom and a squirrel runs past you while on fire...
Birthday, Crazy, and Dad: My dad growing up didn't care to learn to
 shoot, outside of boyscouts. He didn't like that I
 had a mosin nagant.... but he thinks my AK is
 really cool and within 5 minutes of seeing my
 cz 75 said "You need to teach me to shoot
 IS
 The problem is I foolishly showed him some
 slow motion videos of crazy handloads for
 shotgun shells on youtube. The next day he
 took me to walmart and told me to buy every
 nd of shotgun shell possible for my shotgun
 and to buy large quantities. I end up with 50
 rounds of 2 and 3/4 inch buck, 50 rounds of 3
 inch magnums, a shit load of slugs and a fuck
 of birdshot. Then we go out to the desert
 and he has me fire the rounds one at a time to
 observe the shotcap. He takes all the birdshot
 and then tells me I can keep the rest
 He took the rounds of birdshot to the garage
 emptied the shot out and took apart a few
 shells. Once he brained out how the wad and
 shotcup worked, then the handloads began
 Metallic sodium canister shot? Hits water and
 then BOOM!
 Dragon's breath? Shit nigguh, he makes tons
 of it, and unlike the crappy $5 a pop shells this
 shit actually starts fires like crazy because he
 puts sticky shit in it to hold clumps of burning
 magnesium together?
 Bolo? Fuck bolo, he just took small chain and
 coiled it up inside. He calls it THE DEATH
 NET
 He also realized he could use the pressure of
 a blank to launch shit, so he bought a separate
 barrel and built some sort of ghetto Chechen
 grenade launcher to fire shit out of. He took a
 3 inch shell, poured the shot out and used the
 wad and powder to fire a tennis ball at me, it
 missed and put a massive dent in my car. He
 took it camping with him to show his friends,
 and took a pot shot with a road flare at one of
 the helicopter tours. He's also loaded shotgun
 shells with confetti for surprising people
 I bought a Remington 887 to give to him on his
 birthday, once he figures out what NITRO
 MAG means, and that 3.5 inch shells give him
 more fucking around capacity it will mean my
 poor little Norinco can go back to normalcy
 while he tries to see if he can get a shotgun to
 fire wooden stakes to hunt vampires with
 I was terrified when he was playing
 borderlands with me and got a shotgun that
 fired acidic shot. He just put down the
 ontroller after melting a dude and went to go
 pour through his various chemistry journals
 occasionally cackling maniacally
 Theres a certain amount of fear and pride
 when you are hiking with your dad and
 suddenly you hear a boom and a squirrel runs
 past you while on fire...
Growing Up, Head, and Journey: heart. I now understand I have used my brain to control and manipulate people. I mav not have been able to fight my father and brothers physically, but I sure beat them intellectually As you can see, there are many ways to bully someone, sometimes overtly sometimes covertlv. When I realized I had used my brain to justify my survival mode, I started making what I wanted or what I needed. I rationalized Growing up, my environment was brutal Physically and emotionally. I was too small and everything. l explained, justified, manipulated too young to fight my father, brothers, uncles neighbour's sons...They were stronger than me pul physically. To survive, I went inside my head. I was in grade 4 when I realized for the first time the power of intellectual intelligence. All of a sudden, teachers liked me. I knew the answers. One day, I met my mentor. I did not know what that '2 foot journey from the head to the heart. I was not a loser anymore. In their eves, I was no trouble. I was seen, l was heard. They did ot beat me or molested me. They liked me. It felt good to get their validation and approval. Developing my l0 became like a drug for me. I was too young to realize I was actually ejecting from mv heart. controlled, crucified. I was relentless in the pursuit of 'power' the brain could provide. In my brain, no one could hurt me. In my brain no one could beat me. The sad thing is, in my brain, I also lost the real me. Iam pleased and proud to say I now have a deep connection with the little girl inside of me. She is the reason 1 have become an inspirational speaker, author, and blogger. I am was wrong with me, but I knew somehow I was not feeling like other people. He asked me this simple question: 'Who are you without your intelligence?' I looked at him puzzled. Then my brain kicked into high gear. I spilled out a series of answers AND I felt none of them at the core of my being. It has taken a lot of personal development work to lead my life from my heart. I now understand I have used my brain to control and manipulate people. I may not have been able to fight my father and brothers physically, but I sure beat them intellectually. As you can see, there are many ways to bully someone, sometimes overtly, sometimes own for my compassion, the safe place I can give another human being to figure out their own truth away from their brain and into their own heart. The more intelligent I became, the more disconnected I also became. I was out of touch with my feelings and emotions. I did not know what I wanted or what I needed. I rationalized everything. I explained, justified, manipulated, controlled, crucified. I was relentless in the pursuit of 'power the brain could provide. In I hope this answer helps you understand better why some people may choose to become highly intelligent once upon a time. 5.4k Views View Upvoters
Growing Up, Head, and Journey: heart. I now understand I have used my brain
 to control and manipulate people. I mav not
 have been able to fight my father and brothers
 physically, but I sure beat them intellectually
 As you can see, there are many ways to bully
 someone, sometimes overtly sometimes
 covertlv. When I realized I had used my brain
 to justify my survival mode, I started making
 what I wanted or what I needed. I rationalized
 Growing up, my environment was brutal
 Physically and emotionally. I was too small and everything. l explained, justified, manipulated
 too young to fight my father, brothers, uncles
 neighbour's sons...They were stronger than me pul
 physically. To survive, I went inside my head. I
 was in grade 4 when I realized for the first time
 the power of intellectual intelligence. All of a
 sudden, teachers liked me. I knew the answers. One day, I met my mentor. I did not know what that '2 foot journey from the head to the heart.
 I was not a loser anymore. In their eves, I was
 no trouble. I was seen, l was heard. They did
 ot beat me or molested me. They liked me. It
 felt good to get their validation and approval.
 Developing my l0 became like a drug for me. I
 was too young to realize I was actually ejecting
 from mv heart.
 controlled, crucified. I was relentless in the
 pursuit of 'power' the brain could provide. In
 my brain, no one could hurt me. In my brain
 no one could beat me. The sad thing is, in my
 brain, I also lost the real me.
 Iam pleased and proud to say I now have a
 deep connection with the little girl inside of me.
 She is the reason 1 have become an
 inspirational speaker, author, and blogger. I am
 was wrong with me, but I knew somehow I was
 not feeling like other people. He asked me this
 simple question: 'Who are you without your
 intelligence?' I looked at him puzzled. Then my
 brain kicked into high gear. I spilled out a series
 of answers AND I felt none of them at the core
 of my being. It has taken a lot of personal
 development work to lead my life from my
 heart. I now understand I have used my brain
 to control and manipulate people. I may not
 have been able to fight my father and brothers
 physically, but I sure beat them intellectually.
 As you can see, there are many ways to bully
 someone, sometimes overtly, sometimes
 own for my compassion, the safe place I can
 give another human being to figure out their
 own truth away from their brain and into their
 own heart.
 The more intelligent I became, the more
 disconnected I also became. I was out of touch
 with my feelings and emotions. I did not know
 what I wanted or what I needed. I rationalized
 everything. I explained, justified, manipulated,
 controlled, crucified. I was relentless in the
 pursuit of 'power the brain could provide. In
 I hope this answer helps you understand better
 why some people may choose to become highly
 intelligent once upon a time.
 5.4k Views View Upvoters
College, Friends, and Go to Sleep: "The realest people don't have a lot of friends. You know why? cause they don't tolerate phony shit. There's a lot of phony people out there who would do anything for attention and money that's why real people keep their circle small." -2Pac Growing up I always wondered why didn’t have a lot of friends, i always wondered why some people had these huge group of friends and why they were consider popular when many times they just used everyone around them. But I started to notice that those who had a lot of friends were constantly involved in the drama and that’s something i rarely ever dealt with. I realize that most people who have a lot friends don’t necessarily live with high standards and usually are just open to all different energies (people) around them. Where i didn’t attract people who were into clubbing, cigarettes and alcohol and fighting into my small circle. I was looking for friends who are interested in questioning what life is about, why are we here, what is our purpose, how can we make a living doing what we love. I’m happy to see my journey unfold and to see how everything comes to light over time. The very same kids that were popular back in high school are working jobs they hate, have multiple kids many of times with multiple people, and now don’t have anyone around them because they couldn’t use them anymore. I hope the youth that is reading message right now understand that life isn’t about finishing first it’s about finishing last. Be patient, keep grinding and working on yourself and everything will come full circle. Don’t take any short cuts and don’t lower your standards to fit in. Give it time and you’ll realize that all those times you stayed home instead of forcing yourself to go out with a bunch of people you didn’t even like is what paved the way for you to succeed later on. Many people ask how have i been so successful at such a young age and it’s simple i was “loser” in HS. I worked, had my own business, went to college and grinned all day long. I never went to a party or dance. I missed my own graduation to go to LV for a business deal. My first kiss wasn’t until college with my first GF. But now look at me.. i can travel the world at any given time. I wake up and go to sleep when i want to. I go hiking and spend as much time in nature. I live a life i love because i didn’t care what the fuck others thought of me. standup911 bethechange - Pic - @dilutethepower
College, Friends, and Go to Sleep: "The realest people don't have a
 lot of friends. You know why?
 cause they don't tolerate phony
 shit. There's a lot of phony people
 out there who would do anything
 for attention and money that's
 why real people keep their circle
 small." -2Pac
Growing up I always wondered why didn’t have a lot of friends, i always wondered why some people had these huge group of friends and why they were consider popular when many times they just used everyone around them. But I started to notice that those who had a lot of friends were constantly involved in the drama and that’s something i rarely ever dealt with. I realize that most people who have a lot friends don’t necessarily live with high standards and usually are just open to all different energies (people) around them. Where i didn’t attract people who were into clubbing, cigarettes and alcohol and fighting into my small circle. I was looking for friends who are interested in questioning what life is about, why are we here, what is our purpose, how can we make a living doing what we love. I’m happy to see my journey unfold and to see how everything comes to light over time. The very same kids that were popular back in high school are working jobs they hate, have multiple kids many of times with multiple people, and now don’t have anyone around them because they couldn’t use them anymore. I hope the youth that is reading message right now understand that life isn’t about finishing first it’s about finishing last. Be patient, keep grinding and working on yourself and everything will come full circle. Don’t take any short cuts and don’t lower your standards to fit in. Give it time and you’ll realize that all those times you stayed home instead of forcing yourself to go out with a bunch of people you didn’t even like is what paved the way for you to succeed later on. Many people ask how have i been so successful at such a young age and it’s simple i was “loser” in HS. I worked, had my own business, went to college and grinned all day long. I never went to a party or dance. I missed my own graduation to go to LV for a business deal. My first kiss wasn’t until college with my first GF. But now look at me.. i can travel the world at any given time. I wake up and go to sleep when i want to. I go hiking and spend as much time in nature. I live a life i love because i didn’t care what the fuck others thought of me. standup911 bethechange - Pic - @dilutethepower

Growing up I always wondered why didn’t have a lot of friends, i always wondered why some people had these huge group of friends and why the...