He has a shitload of guns, lives in an RV and basically just pays me to hang out drink whisky with him and do basic handyman shit. This fuckin rules
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Should you be posting this?
they posted a few weeks ago a literal picture of them in real life, not that smart
I am highly certain that picture could not possibly identify me. Also I am not really worried about some internet weirdos recognizing me.
Don’t blow this for yourself by posting about it on fed hangout site chapo.chat
Nah he’s not actually an arms dealer I was just being cheeky.
I think he wants to have sex with you.
That happened to me once. Dude paid me to come to work with him, then after we finished he wanted to hang out in his man cave and drink beer. Then he wanted to have sex with me. Wasn’t that good looking, but head is head.
what…
He said he wasn’t that good looking, but head is head…
Currently sitting in jack in the box parking lot while I wait for him to buy us lunch while getting paid for it lol
Dudes rock
oh nice, does he sell to politically fringe forum users?
Right on!
How do you get a gig like that?
Ran into him at the grocery store and he asked me if I wanted to do some side work for 20 an hour.
I think he’s just a bored boomer libertarian crank
You are one lucky ducky
All the libertarians around here are big angry about, well, everything
He also asked me if I want to help him sell sex dolls for commission lol. Yes it has been a weird week.
He’s not making you do door-to-door sales is he? 😅
¡Bit Idea Unlocked!
Here sir, go ahead and stick a finger in!
like he’s flipping used ones like a sex doll realtor? or is this more of an etsy thing?
Apparently he’s a contractor with a wholesalers license (which combined with all the guns he has literally in every fucking cabinet in his trailer) is why I made the arms dealer joke.
Does this guy need any other help?
Do you manage a gym for him, and are you dating a female bodybuilder who goes to said gym?
Do you suspect that your girlfriend has the ability to make herself fifty feet tall? Could this ability manifest itself in a bizarre display of magical realism at a narratively convenient moment?
Did you perhaps encourage your girlfriend to abuse steroids because you got off on how muscular she was?
Dudes rock
