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Well, that would suck… Regards From Sunny Tucson, SigFan NRA Life - IDPA - USCCA - GOA - JPFO - ACLDN - SAF - AZCDL - ASA "Faith isn't believing that God can; it's knowing that He will." (From a sign on a church in Nicholasville, Kentucky) | |||
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That blows. | |||
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Yeah it might come back is what you tell your kid when they let go of their helium filled balloon. | |||
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It's one of those new boomerang tents. It'll come back. _________________________ Einstein defines insanity as "Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results" | |||
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For just a moment, I thought it was the Classified’s. Could this be a sign? ___________________________ Avoid buying ChiCom/CCP products whenever possible. | |||
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It's probably with my lawn furniture umbrella. | |||
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When it does come back, Chuck Norris will be in it! End of Earth: 2 Miles Upper Peninsula: 4 Miles | |||
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Multiple UFO sightings reported, Authorities are baffled no radar images reported. | |||
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What are those things called??? Oh yeah, tent stakes! SIGforum: For all your needs! Imagine our influence if every gun owner in America was an NRA member! Click the box>>>  | |||
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Even lowly tents have a right to high ambitions! High Flight By John Gillespie Magee Jr. Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air .... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew— And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. | |||
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