2 hours, but good so far:
I figured more than a few of you guys would want to watch this if you haven’t already heard it’s up.
2:34 + 15:25 – So he doesn’t work for the NRA? *scratches head* I don’t get it. He has been doing the NOIR show on NRATV for years now. Is this some technicality because maybe he works for the marketing company who the NRA hired?
Oh man… I sense a plastic wrap ban coming to the UK soon:
This same lil creep also made a sharp knife out of spaghetti, then after he tested it he cooked it and ate it.
I see what you’re trying to do Hornady. Here’s a playlist of all 5 episodes that are out right now:
I’ll let it slide, but it’s sneaky nonetheless. Dudes are going to be like “WeRe TheRe No AmEriCaN gIrLs To Do ThiS JOb?”… sure she’s likable, but I asked myself the same question. Yoooo the comments on the first video are funny as expected. The comments range from the standard m’lady ones, to outrage they would use a model to try and sell reloading supplies and equipment.
You might recognize Rosie from the 1987 Hot Shots Calendar. haha just kidding, she’s been in a few of the current ones, but I think she has mainly retired from that. She’s only 27 according to wikipedia, but in model years that’s like 490.
21:08 – “Like how much money were you making?”. Ugh, that’s the second question you’re going ask these guys William? Not classy at all.
22:38 – I’m surprised to see a channel like InRangeTV use an old iPhone to record the vids. I would have assumed something way more expensive / necessarily complicated.
23:29 – Drinking turpentine for better health?! WHUT IN TARNATION? Now I have to look that up.
It’s shitty YouTube is restricting content that I want to watch, however if YouTube were my own company and people were trying to tell me what to do with it I would be like “Uh, how about I do whatever I feel like doing because it’s mine, ok bRah?”.
VODA on his Fat Joe, Terror Squad shit… still at his aunties house:
0:08 – hmmm RR21 Tactical Self Defense hey? Never heard of it. Are they actually cool with VODA, or did he just shell out $42.90 for that sweatshirt?
Really nothing much else happens in the video.
Because I never waste an opportunity at a rap reference. Here’s the Lean Back video I referenced:
Thoughts? You like when VODA gets all science’y? You like when he turns the fake Jamaican accent up to 11 like in this vid? VODA really is important to the culture.
haha this makes me want to play both games:
On a side (but related) note. Is there any particular reason they aren’t blaming school shootings on violent video games anymore? Is it just because the first time(s) they tried that people were like HA… UH NO? Too bad the preservation of the 2nd amendment wasn’t as much of a priority.
Thoughts? You guys will be happy to know my girlfriend is still playing and enjoying FarCry5. The graphics on that game are INSANE. Looks very difficult though, so I don’t even want to try learning it. I know if I ever got even remotely good I’d probably be hooked haha.
hahahah this would really go over well at your next NERF game:
NERF has sure come a long way in last couple decades.
*The squats are paying off, I’m looking like a snack* thought Rebecca, as she grabbed the rear waistband area of her Alexo Athletica pants; lifting it upwards a couple inches, then letting go. “THIIIIIIIIIIICC” she said out loud, bursting into laughter while checking herself out in the full length bedroom mirror. She looked really good for 37, and wanted everyone to know it. Rebecca’s husband Mark was going to be home from work in an hour, and she still needed to take their young son Justin, to the park to play. “Mommy will be there in a second sweetie!” she yelled out while entering the code to the small gun safe in top of the bedroom closet. “Ugh Mark can never put shit back properly” she whispered under her breath through clenched teeth. Annoyed, taking his Hi-Point C9 out and setting it next to the safe by his tie rack, so she could properly get at her Glock 43. *Mark you’re an accountant with an MBA for God sake… have some dignity* she thought, and instantly felt bad as she closed the safe. The G43 slid smoothy into the Alexo waistband pocket, to the right of the pocket she permanently designated as snack storage.
As Justin played on the swings Rebecca’s eyes wandered across the park, noticing the usual cliques of young moms trying to “one-up” one another. Whether it be SUVs, handbags, or $2000 strollers… this place was for checking your social rank as much as it was for letting your kids burn off some energy. Being a good 5 years older than these women, Rebecca was glad to have nothing to prove to anyone. She knew this annoyed them, judging by the eyes she could always feel on her and the few comments in the past, that she was not supposed to (but supposed to) hear. “I’ll give you three more pushes then we gotta get home to see Dad” said Rebecca as they finished up.
Rebecca began making dinner while little Justin played with his LEGOs. They were having Greek salad, and chicken souvlaki tonight; Mark’s favorite. “Babe? I’m home!” Mark’s voice echoed through the foyer and into the kitchen. ” I’ll come say hi and help you in a second, I’m just going to change clothes.” he said as he briskly bounded up the stairs to the bedroom. Opening the bedroom closet to put his suit and tie away, he noticed the C9 out of the safe sitting next to his tie rack. *Hello old friend* Mark thought, interestingly enough feeling guilty for neglecting it for over a decade since graduating from school and buying several HKs and Glocks. As Mark touched the slide of the handgun, it was like a lightening bolt hit him. He blurted out at full volume “MY DIAMONDS CERTIFIED / MY TRIGGER WORKING / GOT IT OUT THE MUD BABY / THAT’S WHY MY CUP DIRTY”. Instantly recoiling in amazement and an excited terror, Mark’s heart rate and breath quickened. “Mark? What?” he heard faintly from downstairs. “Uh, nothing hunnie, I’ll be down in a minute”. Mark stared at the Hi-Point and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He reached out and grabbed the entire gun by the grip “I’M A MONSTER, EXORCISMS / TOTE TOOLS LIKE MECHANICS, MECHANISMS”. Rebecca had no idea what was going on, but at this point the vegetables Mark was supposed to help cut up were finished, and the chicken was almost ready. She took of her glasses, sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose with the thumb and index finger of her right hand. “I’m going to go check on daddy” Rebecca said to little Justin, before taking a generous sip of her Chardonnay and headed towards the stairs. She wasn’t ready for what she saw as she rounded the corner into the bedroom. Mark wearing only his boxers, C9 in hand and in a daze yelling stuff at himself in the mirror “YOU WALKING WITH YOUR HEAD DOWN, SCARED TO LOOK / YOU SHOOK / CAUSE AIN’T NO SUCH THINGS AS HALFWAY CROOKS / THEY NEVER AROUND WITH THE BEEF COOKS IN MY PART OF TOWN….”. Rebecca gasped, yelling out “MARK NO!”. Stopping mid sentence Mark looked over at her with a vacant expression. “I’VE BEEN OUT HERE GETTING BREAD. I DON’T NEED YOU ALL IN MY LOAF” he continued while fist pumping the gun at himself in the mirror. “Mark stop, this isn’t funny” pleaded Rebecca as she walked towards him. She could hear Justin crying downstairs, likely scared by what was going on. She knew what she had to do. Mark continued rapping into the mirror while Rebecca maneuvered stealthy behind him. “Mark, put the gun down or I’m going to call the police” she pleaded with him. This caught his attention. Knocking the proverbial wind out of his sails he spun around to face Rebecca, gun limp in hand at his side – “I’LL NEVER TALK TO THE COPS. I DON’T SPEAK PIG LATIN.” he obnoxiously yelled at her while standing there like a robot. She saw the opportunity so she went for it, smacking the gun out of his hand. The C9 hit the hardwood floor with a loud thud, as did Mark’s now limp exhausted body. Half in a stupor he saw Rebecca kneeling sideways propped up on one hand in front of him “Wha… what happened?”. “You just fainted. You need to drink more water during the day babe.” said Rebecca in a concerned voice as tears welled up in her eyes. She kissed him then cleared her throat loudly to cover for the sound, as she used one foot to kick the Hi-Point deep underneath the king size bed.
Thoughts? I don’t know how many of you guys follow me on Instagram, but I think this is like the 8 or 9th fan fiction I’ve done now if you care to read more like this. Most of the previous ones were heavily sheepdog related, so I thought I’d switch it up a bit. I do plan on compiling them in one place someday.
P.S.: Here are the songs I referenced:
Clint Smith once he finds out that destroying the devices and their drives doesn’t remove the information “they” already harvested from their years worth of use:
Sorry Clint, the NSA knows about all those weird Anime videos you’ve been watching for years now.
I’m not surprised at these answers, because I’ve heard it all before. I always feel sorry for people that don’t value their own life, or the lives of their loved ones enough to want to protect them in the best way possible.
VODA is really feeling himself in this one. Fake Jamaican accent turned up to 11:
1:26 – Oh wow, a “contractor” that trained at Sabre Tactical, passed the knowledge down to VODA. WAY before John Wick came out… he had to emphasize that.
1:38 – LOL I love how he tries to be so smooth, and impress us with his little choreographed hand movements.
“The gaan” always. What’s a gaan? Does he mean gun?
5:41 – He tells us to not get our training from youtube… then goes on to say how he has paid thousands upon thousands of dollars to learn what he knows. I really doubt that, but you never know.
6:50 – haha oh man the icing on the cake was that little clip at the end of him being high speed at the range, controlled pairs, derp scans and all. Beautiful *tear rolls down my cheek*.
This guy is such a dumpster fire. The random backyard videos from his various auntie’s houses he’s couch crashing at are cute and all, but I really wish he would find a range that hasn’t banned him yet and do more actual shooting vids. That’s where the real humor was.
Ugh like are any of you rubes even “mining data” like this guy, in order to figure out the best possible course of action to take in your training? I’m talking really drilling down in the data… deep digging and filtering down to the threats in your exact zip code, and the ones you travel to. YEA I DIDN’T THINK SO. *smh* you people really embarrass me sometimes. I bet you don’t even use the block chain for anything shooting related either huh?
0:22 – “71% of civilian defensive shootings happen at about 6ft on a delayed and obscured draw.” Normally I like my statistics cited and accurate to at least 5 decimal places, but whatever Todd I’ll take your word for it I guess.
0:35 – “*BOP BOP BOP BOP BOP* I zip him up”. -Todd Fossey
Also Todd Fossey in front of the mirror:
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba duba dop
Ba du, yeah-e-yeah
Mmm bop, ba duba dop
Ba du bop, ba du dop
Ba du bop, ba du dop
Ba du, yeah-e-yeah
Where did this guy mine data from anyways? Did Facebook sell it to him?
Oh in case you hadn’t already realized it, this video was brought to you by the FuNKeR TaCtiCaL marketing machine.
Some of them are funny… some of the answers are just condescending. If people don’t know guns, a lot of these questions actually don’t seem that dumb.