Karabiner Model 1898 Kurz pattern 1935 Prezudece Yugoslavian Capture. (K98 Kar98 K98K Kar98K 98K or whatever you want to call it. This one has a BYF 39 reciever and barrel (mauser) And other various manufacturers here and there, mostly 1930s It has an early war cleaning kit (bought seperately for $20) This rifle was captured by Yugoslavian partisans during WWII This rifle is made of random parts from other captured rifles The barrel, firing pin, and reviever all have the same inspector, but likely they don’t match The rifling is perfect The bayonet lug is early as far as I am concerned, as it is not caved in like most bayonet lugs for an H-Type barrel band. The stock is battle damaged, but in decent shape, and it has a cupped buttplate, and it is stamped Mu under the buttplate (I do not know what the Mu stands for, if any of you know please tell me) It has 9 eagles, all pictured eccept for a partial one with the number 55 on the cocking piece. It is mechanically in perfect shape The outside is well worn, but decent The thick barrel band is damaged on both sides, therefore it is hard to remove I got it through J&G Sales for 249.95 like last month And I fucking love it! It is a great weapon, and a perfect little rifle with a lot of history! I’m not gonna sell this rifle any time soon, what do you all think?
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I’ve got over 1k photos I have yet to upload, I’ll find a new home for us, my children.
Nothing for you, TSOL, since I guess I sorta promised TSOL
I got nothing for you
You can look under my rug
I got no smack for you
You’re entranced from that drug
I got no tears for you
I got nothing to worry about
I got no fear for you no-no-no
My guns I just lay around
My body is aching inside out
And my nose is always cold
Am I still 24
Or am I starting to grow old?
Am I growing old?
Suicide is just a state of mind
Not for me, I’ve got places to hide
Day to day, nights are wicked
Stealing is my way of life
I got to pay my bills today
Where’d I leave my knife?
No-no-no-no
I’ve got nothing for you
Nothing for you

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I neglect this blog and I’m really sorry!
I’m gonna get probably 10 posts up today, maybe some song lyrics to some pretty good TSOL songs, who knows what I’ll post though
So if I use that queue thing, can I set it so it uploads for me, to post premade photo sets? I havn’t been using tumblr nearly as much as I want because of shit data and sadness, lol
So how have you all been doing?
When sprint stops being ass, I’ll (finally) post some, NEVER BUY SPRINT IF YOU LIKE USING THE INTERNET
I guess here are some lyrics to a pretty good song or something, but written in a probably gramatically incorrect format.
Up the back door, bitch I dig your anal cavity, your ass is my… FUCK. Only death is your reality. Now’s the time for sister’s termination, the real thing is breathless as our communication. Sister sodomy, sister of death, the burial ground is my final quest, find you in a dumpster, bullet in your head, your ass all tore up, I love you dead. Death and defication in the after hours, death and defication in the to where I’ll bring you flowers, death and defication when you’re here with me. Pretty girls make the blood I love to drink. Sister sodomy, sister of death, the burial ground is your final quest, find you in a dumpster with a bullet in your head, your ass all tore up, I love you dead.
I changed the picture for the blog thingy to stay hip, young, fresh, and poppin it with the youths.
Lori Meyers NOFX
Lori Meyers used to live up stairs
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we’d play forbidden games
At nine years old there’s no such thing
It wasn’t recognition of her face,
what brought me back was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen.
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating acts I felt that I could save
Who the hell are you to tell me how to live?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time
I ain’t no Cinderella, I ain’t waiting for no prince to save me,
In fact until just now I was doin’ just fine
And on and on
I know what degradation feels like
I felt it on the floor of the factory
Where I worked long before, I took control
Now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where’s the problem?