So....NRA made a new eddie eagle video.
It's not that great. However, it did inspire me to start a gun safety/Cringe Thread.
>inb4 "the only thing cringe worthy is OP's crippling faggotry"
That is totally correct.
I've got a story. Always remember to wear your hunter orange, /k/.
>Be my Grandpa
>Talking to a game warden about some hog problems or whatever while hunting
>Friend of theirs had wounded a deer with a poorly placed shot, so they were trying to wait for him to draw it out near the edge of the woods so he and the GW could finish it off
>They see rustling in the foliage
>GW figures it to be the deer, but gramps wasn't sure
>GW says that he can see the blood on it, that was the deer
>He takes the shot
>"Deer" fires back
>After a second of being paralyzed, they realized what they did
>They run over to see if they could save their buddy
He had actually found the deer and finished it off himself, which is why he was bloodsoaked. Well,until they shot him at least.
Always wear your hunter orange, /k/. Pic unrelated.
>dat song at the beginning do
Until children are mature enough to be taught more in-depth firearm safety rules (ACTS and PROVE), then not touching them and finding someone who SHOULD BE mature enough to do so is a good idea.
Eddie and his bird pals make a colored friend and they play apehoop with and egg shaped ball
One of Eddie's friends finds a backpack under a bench and they see a nickle plated 1911
Holy John Moses Browning, I can't deal.
I hate when kid's cartoons have ONE child voice actor while everyone else is just an adult doing a goofy voice. It makes my blood boil.
I'm gonna have to force myself to watch the whole thing just so I can do an informed critique.
I love how these same rules can apply to pedophiles
"Stop! Don't touch! Run away, tell a grown-up!"
>Still waiting on young eddie-eagle r34
Run awaaaaaayyyyyy and tell a-grownup.
>Blue eyed blonde Eagle ubermenchen teaching all of the lowling beta animals how to not fucking die.
The faces this little eagle-twink makes are so exploitable
Whole fucking thread ruined by /a/ and /v/ faggots screaming for furry shit. This is why allowing /a/ and /v/ threads by the cleanup crew just opens the gates to ruining weapons discussion.
>not wanting Eddie Jr.'s warm, tight twink butthole to tighten around your throbbing member
>Not wanting to cover him in "bird" seed to teach him a lesson about trusting strangers
bro do you even /k/?
Fan fiction time
>You've been waiting for this for so long...
>the breeze causes the lone weed on the pavement to dance
>The one you've been hunting-eating with your hawk vision for so long, is playing basketball with his friends...
>the Eagle, the obvious leader of the bunch, jerks his wing, causing the ball to bound wildly from the hoop, landing right next to you
> the eagle flutters over to return it! none of his friends follow him.
>you pick it up, and offer it to the eagle boy with a smile
>"here you go, bud!"
>"th-thanks, mister..." He manages to stutter out, his feathered cheeks hot and blushing
>you cannot tell if he is embarrassed from the previous mishap, or untrusting of your person.
>you press on, nonetheless
>"what's your name?" You ask.
>"I-I don't think I'm supposed to tell my name to strangers."
>"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought, since you handled that situation-- with the gun in the backpack and all-- like such an adult, you'd be grown up enough to make those kinds of decisions by yourself."
>you can see the red in his cheeks through his feathers
>"I'm grown up! I can prove it! I go shooting all the time! I have a real gun in my house, and my dad says its mine!"
>You try not to giggle, or sound condescending.
>"I suppose you're right. You like guns, then? Why don't you come over to my house--I'm a gun collector, and I've got guns from all over the world. I'll even let you hold a few--it'll be safe, you'll be supervised by me, after all."
>"really?" His wide, blue eyes light up.
>"Sure! Just hop in my truck, and I'll take you there. I'll even let you ride in the front!"
> to your surprise, he actually does. This kid wasn't too bright.
>"I'm....Im Eddie." He says, after a while. You couldn't really care by this point, but you manage to blurt out your own name in Response.
>you finally make it to your little secluded cabin in the woods.
> once inside, Eddie asks about your collection.
>you decide you may as well show it to him, you want him to have as much fun as you, anyway
>It's a modest collection, a few bolt-action military surplus guns--a mosin and a k98--but you convince him that they are "ultra rare sniper guns from World War II!"
>you also show him a handgun or two, and a home-built AR-15 that he full heartedly believes is an m16.
>"Wow! You're such a grown up kid, Eddie. I can't believe how much you know about guns!"
>You swallow deep. Your heart beats like a hummingbird--despite the fact that your only hummingbird ancestor lived several centuries ago.
>You were an owl, and all your stalking was about to come to a head...
>"Do...do you know about other grown up stuff?"
>He tilts his head, ponderingly. "What do you mean?"
>You take a deep breath. "Like...sex. Have you heard about sex? Do you know what it is?"
>He nods his head. "Yeah, it's when two people roll around naked on each other."
>"Yeah, it's something like that," you chuckle. "Do you want to try it with me? It feels really, REALLY good."
>He says nothing for a while, but finally states, "Alright, but only because you are nice."
> You help him take off his shirt--the only clothes he had on.
>soon, you both sat naked on your unmade--yet clean-- bed.
>"what do we do now?" He stared up at you with curious, piercing eyes.
>"Well...this next part might seem a little gross, but I promise, it feels really great..."
>a sound came from the window
>you tell Eddie to wait in bed
>as you pull the curtains apart you are greeted by the sight of a young female raven.
>she says "MUP DA DOO DIDDA PO MO GUB BIDDA BE DAT TUM"
>you make him lie down, facing the pillow
>"lift your tail feathers up high...awww, yeah, like that..."
>You stare him up and down, and get a good look at him. His thighs were soft brown, and round. Moving your eyes up, you see two perfectly plump lumps, like the roundest parts of expensive couch pillows. His tail-feathers pointed high up, towards the sky, almost pleading to be plowed.
>you went to work on his beautiful bum with your tongue, first, slathering the furthest outside part of both cheeks, moving slowly inward in a circular motion. Eddie said nothing, but giggled and buried his face into the bed sheets in ecstasy.
>You progresses to his now fully erect member, surprisingly large for his age. When his rear was good and soaked in saliva, you leaned back to admire your work.
> He was still giggling, each convulsion causing his plump little ass to jiggle. "Alright, my turn to have some fun."
> You throbbing third arm found a home between those buns--you didn't go straight in, you couldn't imagine hurting him. Instead, you pulled him on top of you, and directed him to wiggle left and right, grinding your cock (lel pun) between those soft, round buns.
>eventually, you returned to your old position on the bed, and thrust your thick member in hot-dogging fashion.
>your thick, slimy spit made an excellent lubricant, each thrust making a SCHLIP, then SCHLUP, then SCHLOP
>It happened sooner than you expected, and you don't know what came over you. You had to cum, and you needed somewhere to put it. Taking hold of your pulsating member, you gently inserted the head--and only the head--into Eddie's virgin hole.
>to your surprise, Eddie pushed back on the bed, intentionally burying your love-gun into his tight, warm, pipes.
>You could feel your seed disperse into Eddie's rectum, it sloshed about inside, and the filling pressure eventually forced its way outside, soaking Eddie's taint with your seed.
>You felt dizzy. Something inside got the better of you, and you turned Eddie around to face you, his tight rear still mounted to your pole. You brought your face close to his, and pecked his cheek ( moar burd puns amirite?)
>"Haha...You really mag dumped into me...You're not half as big as my friend Colion, though."
>You found yourself blushing. "What?"
>"I'm like, fourteen dude. I'm not as innocent as you'd think. I've never missed a free throw in my life. I saw you across the park...and, well, you looked really cute."
>Your beak was agape.
>"Oh, also, trying to push a Mosin off as some sort of antique? Shameful, seriously. Did you think lying about guns to some kid wold make him want to have sex with you by a greater margin?"
>You pulled out, and sat off to the other side of the bed, draped in shame--And not even from engaging in pedophilia!. After a little bit, you felt his small, yet strong, wings wrap around your waist. "Hey, look, I didn't mean anything by it....I really really like you...do you want to do this again sometime?"
>You turned your head around (TRIPLE KILL OWL BURD PUN) to face him...there was no way you could say no to those deep, blue eyes.
>"Sure....Oh, wait, I almost forgot!"
>He tilted his head, in the same inquisitive manner as before. "What is it?"
>"What the fuck does basketball and pizza have to do with gun safety?"
I got some cringe from first thing this morning.
>Me, soviet and slavshit collector
>getting some steel-cased 7.62x39 to put in new stripper clips
>Store owner and I chatting about a VEPR
>In walks thug, we'll call him Jamal
>Jamal has full sleeve tats, dreads,
>baggy clothes, face scar
>Jamal: "Hey bruh, you do any smithing?"
>Owner: "No, but I have a guy who does. He's playing golf right now."
>Jamal: "Well, I got this 38 super...it don't eject shell."
>Owner: "It stovepiping?"
>Jamal: "Nah, the spent shell gets hung in the action."
>Jamal opens this case and pulls out a fully chrome and gold semi-auto.
>Gun looks like someone drug it behind a car
>poor pistol...I'm sorry for you.
>Owner looks over gun, seems in working order.
>Jamal takes out a magazine.
>"Deez my clips."
>I notice something wrong. Can see daylight around edges.
>Me: "Uhm, those are standard .38, not supers."
>"you can't 'straight thug' like that."
Jamal looked like he was going to say something about me giving him shit, but changed his mind and simply bought a box of the correct ammo. Said, "thanks guys...my bad," and carried his ghetto-blaster out of the store.
"No problem, comrade." I pick up my strippers, steel-cased ammo, AK74, and watch the store owner trying to not laugh his ass off as I go to leave.
Blat blat /k/itty /k/at
Good to see this thread continued all night, and filled up with the degeneracy that I've come to expect from /k/.
Lets say im out at the park and im sitting on a bench looking for my wing team and I find a gun. Lets say I turn it in to the police. What then?
Are they going to check to be sure it was not used in a homicide then give it the 30 day waiting period then when its not claimed, its mine? Or are they just going to treat it like a guns for food stamps and send to the shredder?
Looking for an actual answer here, not something from a halfwit.
I don't visit /pol/. Do they have a monopoly on the word "degenerate" now?
If "degenerate" triggers you so much, let me refer to my thesaurus:
degraded, debased, corrupt, impure, filthy, profligate, wicked, vile
There. Is your booty all better?
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