Mr. T tells British men to "get some nuts" in Snickers ad campaign (1st ad)
Mr. T tells British men to "get some nuts" in Snickers ad campaign (2nd ad)
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Mr. T tells British men to "get some nuts" in Snickers ad campaign (1st ad)
Mr. T tells British men to "get some nuts" in Snickers ad campaign (2nd ad)
This is what happens upon the homo and metrosexualization of a society.
The fools don’t even know the difference between a cartridge and a bullet. If they want a real shock they have no farther to look than the trunk of my car and its glove compartment. If they want to try for real strokes then they should go on to the rest of my house.
Story is incomplete.
They don’t tell what happened after he soiled his panties when he espyed this dangerous artifact.
You can go to prison for possession of just one round.
newspaper, they seem willing to 'spend' alot of public funded manhours to solve the mystery as well...
I wonder at the melee that would ensue if they found one of my .45-70 rounds in the gutter.
Probably would cause meetings at 10 Downing Street. Backbenchers in Parliament shouting and carrying on.
Sirens, helicopters, armored vehicles lined up.
Redjackets marching To and Fro.
Would be a riot.
About a year or so after that, there was another story about the same town where a .22 bullet was found outside of some candy store and the story read like a breathless 'breaking news' panic: "Police are launching an investigation", "No citizens, in particular children, were in danger say police", etc.
I swear. Stukas dropping bombs from the sky on schoolhouses, not a big deal in England. A loose bullet outside of a chip shop, and they come unglued.
One morning I walked into the office where I worked and found a .22 bullet on the floor next to my desk. I thought for a nanosecond I should call the military police and report it. I then decided it wasn’t worth the bother or my time with all the questions I was going to be asked for which I would have no answer. So I tossed it in my upper desk drawer where it stayed until the day I left. I then threw it in the garbage.
I was getting gas at Sams Club a few months back, found 5 or so rounds of 22 ammo laying on the ground. Picked it up and put it in the car, shot it a bit later. I guess it had to be in someones coat pocket or something...
Quick, somebody call the U.N. Hazmat Crew!
Our kitchen sink backed up on us a few years ago. I took a plunger to it and ‘Lo!’ Four 22 cal rounds came up.
We live in my Grandparent’s house and apparently my Grandpa had lost a few down the sink many years before.
We had the plumbing redone shortly after that and don’t have that problem any more.
The Police were not involved.
Did they actually make a crime scene out of the area?
Call out a hazmat team? What?
New way to paralyze a city... sprnkle dummy .22 ammunition in selected places.
You can't make this stuff up.
That pansy would have a fit if he saw my house. Bullets lying about everywhere. On my dresser, under the sofa cushions, on the loading bench....
GOOD THING, TOO! One of those things could have leveled the entire hemisphere, and I hear if you shoot at the sun, you can put it out!!!!
Such shoddy reporting! The story leaves one vital question unanswered: Did Mr. Stark wet himself when he saw the terrifying Fossgate Bullet?
It’s a sad day for British journalism.
MAANNN... One measly bullet!!
That’s nothin’! I was out running down the street last month and found a WHOLE box of .22 hollowpoints lying on the side of the road!
I’m thinking some gang members must’ve been being followed by the cops and tossed ‘em out the window, since they were actually on the street, with some scattered about.
I was so frightened, I scooped ‘em up and brought them home, since I’ve got a .22 bolt-action Winchester! FUN!
I have a few thousand of those evil things stashed around the house in various places. It’s a wonder I’m still alive!
It kind of feels good to cheat death every day.