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Apparently, Brains, and Confidence: bidoof change.org Trending petition Matt-There's a new petition taking off on Change.org, and we think you might be interested in signing it. Change.org - Petition To Hire 1,000,000 People To Put Their Fingers In The Shoot Hole Of Peoples' Guns So They Can't Shoot Them thetwinkerbell It's still gonna shoot... And they're gonna lose a finger ssj14goku No. The finger blocks the bullet. We can do this domozillla This is a gun we're talking about. The projectile is fired using an explosion, not by compressed air of a toy gun or the elastic forces of a sling shot. People would be lucky if they only lost their finger. ssj14goku The finger blocks it dildomuncher3000 The finger won't block it the shaft is only there for keeping the bullet straight, all the propulsion happens behind the bullet. The bullet would rip through the finger, not that many would actually fit without the victim being a child, and beyond. ssj14goku The bullet would go forward a little and then hit the finger and stop it's not that hard to understand lgbltsandwitch People are going to lose their hands. Go watch Mythbusters. They did an episode on this, the hand fucking exploded. hungwy No, the bullet would start to go but stop at the finger. Thats basic physics. Also hands dont explode normally they did something wrong. blipblerp Why the dingleknockers would you even consider sticking your finger in the barrel of a loaded gun?? the amount of force propelling the bullet at that close of range would shatter the finger at the very least; this is a petition for 1,000,000 people to loose the use of their hands. If a bullet explodes the back of a persons skull when they shoot it in their mouth it sure as hell will explode a finger. gorps No the finger would stop it jorycancrochet I'm loving the idiocy of this post. Ppl with brains: ummm finger go boom... Others: no bullet stop. U no kno fisics >:V snakegay no the finger would stop it indianworiorprincess You guy who think the bullet would stop at the finger have never shot a gun and can volunteer to it their fingers in the barrel of my 9 mil and I'Il I'll the trigger and see if it will stop the bullet Dumdasses egay sna the finger would stop it meatswitch raptorific Apparently for dudes who've got a compulsive need to be the smartest person in the room, "someone who's wrong in a really stupid way who has unshakable confidence that they're smarter than you" is their kryptonite. You can play dumb on almost any subject and their ego, their staunch belief that the masses are so far below them, will blind them to the fact that you're just fucking with them, and as long as you don't admit you're fucking with them or acknowledge that there's anything Off about what you're saying, they won't be able to stop themselves trying to get you to Respect Their Authority, and they won't be able to see that will literally never happen. lynati The finger is smooth in all directions. That's why it can stop the bullet.
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Advice, Animals, and Bad: probablyhalfelfrpgideas adhdgays thewayoftheleaf Concept: A ghost hunting show except after the dramatic, night-vision opening narration of all the haunted stuff, it's just me walking around the house fixing the loose boards and uneven doors that are actually causing the problems while I ramble about Carl Sagan and offer bad interior decorating advice thewayoftheleaf Hysterical couple: there's all this moaning and knocking from the walls and the doors slam all on their own when no one's near them, we can't stay here if this doesn't stop Me, disassembling a window: yeah so this house is a hundred years old, none of these windows are sealed properly, and the whole house is one big draft. So we're just gonna pop these boards off and replace the insulation and then caulk it up nice and tight, doors will stop slamming and bonus, your winter heating bill is gonna drop! Stay tuned after the break for our recurring segment, Hot Water Heaters And You: When's The Right Time To Replace Old Pipes? cephalopodvictorious WAIT OK There's a show I found a while back on Netflix that was people with haunted houses had a consultation with a paranormal investigator, a psychic, AND A HOME INSPECTOR he was just the most chill dude, and at one point they were like "well why do the stuffed animals move at night HUH????" and he was like "ma'am you have a dog" and I lost my mind. flickering lights were all just wiring that was old and dangerous. he jsut wanted people to not be dead cephalopodvictorious Its called Paranormal Home Inspectors and please don't let the reviews turn you off, its delightful because they are the exact three levels of belief. The psychic says every house is haunted by dead kids pretty much, the paranormal investigator just runs investigations and presents the results, and the home inspector is BEGGING people to hire professionals instead of botching their own home repairs Source: thewayoftheleaf 27,523 notes Paranormal Home Inspectors

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Ipad, Soon..., and Sorry: iPad 89% 11:21 PM writing-prompt-s The world's tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it. mildswearingat4am Suggestion: The dragon's definition of "steal" is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands-but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times. They become a familiar sight in the marketplace. "Here's your change, ma'am. One gold piece." The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin. "That's a dragon," you say dumbly. "One piece... and a dragon." "Yes." You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl. "Ma'am-no, ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too." "Sorry?" The seller notes your dubious expression. "Not from around here, are ya?" They shrug. "Them's the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon." They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand. The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws. "Have a nice day, ma'am," the merchant says. "Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel." From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill. bdubs8807 Bonus: the coin eventually passes to the rogue in a group of travelling adventurers. The dragon becomes the mascot of the entire group, and they lay out a small pile of coins for him to sleep on every night, clutching his coin like a teddy bear. Source: writing-prompt-s 22,149 notes
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Alive, Too Much, and Las Vegas: Grapepeeler Recommended 33 products in account 98.3 hrs on record 4 reviews POSTED: JUNE 17 To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say, one dared to ask his business, The stranger there among them had Big iron on his hip It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin' all around "He's an outlaw loose and runnin", came a "And he's here to do some business with a big Big iron on his hip" In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more, One and nineteen more dared to make a slip No no one big iron on his hip. whisper from each lip iron on his hip, Now the stranger started talkin' made it plain to folks around Was an Arizonia ranger, wouldn't be too long in town He was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn't matter that he was after Texas Red, After Texas Red Wasn't long before this story relayed to Texas Red But the outlaw didn't worry, men who tried before were dead was Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip, Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip Now the morning passed quickly and it was time for them to so meet It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street Folks were watchin' from their windows, Every body held their breath, They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death, About to meet his death There was twenty feet between them When they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped And the ranger's aim was Big iron on his hip It was over in a moment and the crowd all gat