I am dying because this song is stuck in my head after one listen and I genuinely like it. Like I wasn’t super into boy bands so I don’t think it is a nostalgia effect. Also, I love that AJ is still committed to his Aesthetic
everything about this is fucking hilarious. i’m sorry, random pompeii man, but your death was some looney tunes bullshit and the framing of this photograph isn’t helping.
Don’t tell your daughter that when a boy is mean or rude to her it’s because he has a crush on her. Don’t teach her that abuse is a sign of love.
My mom always taught me yell or fight back. Boys would be mean and I would yell back. I would get my ass pinched and I would smack them as hard as I could.
Who alway got in trouble? Me.
They would call my mother and she always came in and lectures my teachers and threatened to sue for making her miss work and treating me poorly.
She always taught my brothers to respect women. The only fights my brothers ever got in was defending women from someone else.
The school tried to call my father once instead of my mother on us. He came in in his full preacher outfit (being a preacher and all) and gave them an entire sermon on what would Jesus day of he was called in. They decided dealing with my mom was better.
I think my favorite story of this is when some kid snapped my bra and I turned around, didn’t even think about it, and punched that little motherfucker right in the nose.
So naturally, I end up in the principal’s office, refusing to apologize.
“He shouldn’t have put his hands on me and I wouldn’t have hit him!” That’s the only thing I was saying.
These people had the unfortunate luck of catching my dad at home, instead of my mom. So he comes fucking sauntering in there, like he’s Clint fucking Eastwood in some western movie and looks at me.
“Melissa, did you punch him?”
“Yes.” I said.
“Why?”
“Because he snapped my bra strap.”
And he turns his squinty eyed glare to the principal and says, “You’re telling me my daughter is in trouble because that squirrely looking kid put his hands on her and she chose to defend herself? That’s what you are saying to me.”
“Well, sir-” The man kind of stuttered because my dad is kind of intimidating in the quiet sort of way that kind of whispers in the back of your mind that this person could be dangerous. “Melissa did make it physical.”
“No. That kid put his hands on my daughter. Are you saying my daughter cannot defend herself when some boy decides to put hands on her? Is that what you are teaching my girl?”
M3 being a nervous and self-conscious SMG doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I mean, maybe if all you know about the M3 is “it’s super cheap and fires slow.” But there’s a reason why many people who’ve messed with both it and the Thompson would rather have the Grease Gun.
A big part of that is weight. The M1A1 is a beast at 10 pounds empty, and it was a lighter, “cheaper” Thompson. The M3 was about 2 pounds lighter. It was also more compact, and just generally less of a pain in the ass. Also, due to its much lower rate of fire, the M3 was much more controllable on full auto despite being lighter. It was also full-auto only, but given its slow rate of fire, taking single shots with it was relatively easy. There’s an interesting video here where you can see the UMP45 and M3 being fired and compared, incidentally.
So the thing is, yeah, the M3 shoots slow and absolutely nothing about it looks refined. It’s stamped sheet metal. But the more you look at it, the more you see a weapon designed not just to be cheap and quick to produce, but also meticulously engineered for ease of use and maintenance. With a service history spanning from WW2 to Desert Storm, the Grease Gun was actually used by US forces longer than the Thompson, which was finally retired in 1971.
So a more appropriate M3 would favor the cheap and practical over the flashy and expensive, and be absolutely pragmatic, purpose-driven and self-assured... wait a minute.
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