Posted on 06/06/2020 1:49:34 PM PDT by Teotwawki
The FBI believes a Virginia man accidentally amputated his own hand while making an explosive device that may have been designed with the aim to kill 'hot cheerleaders'.
Cole Carini, 23, of Richlands, arrived at the Clinch Valley Medical Center on June 2 with a missing hand and shrael wounds on his neck and throat. Several fingers on his other hand were also missing. He claimed the injuries were the result of a lawn mowing accident.
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In the 80s, the cheerleaders I remember from HS were generally very pretty.
Half of them were snobs and stuck up types.
well years from now he won’t have to hesitate when asked “what’s the dumbest thing you ever did?”
median household income of town $23,712 not exactly highfalutin folk
the girl next door isn't good enough for him...
This is a perfect metaphor for the entire left right now.
“I’m a creepy, sicko, weirdo, scumbag and none of the really hot girls want me, so I’m gonna be a hero and kill them all!”
This is so ridiculously fake. I pity those who believe the FBI here
“Half of them were snobs and stuck up types.”
So tell us about the other half.
Chicks dig scars, though.
“Three shall be the count....”
I don’t think that is going to improve his chances of getting a date.
They’re sprinters and track.
My daughter is a Division 1 400 meter. Looking around at the start of the year, they were the only consistently nonfat girls on campus.
Hand’s Off! Don’t Shoot!
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LOL!
NICE ONE!
they don’t want prostitutes.
The incels feel that any pretty girl they want to have sex with has to say yes.
that’s why he wanted to harm the hot cheerleaders.
I am genuinely stumped how this could happen...
An involuntary celibate man should have a special appreciation for the use of his hands. He will miss them more than he knows.
Well, he won’t be taking the situation in hand no how, no mo’.
But wait, there’s hope! Esquire mag once ran an article on how to achieve male orgasm by sheer mental exertion alone. Start with being stuck in the middle seat on an eleven hour flight, close your eyes and play back the memory of every Playboy you ever read, will yourself a woodie, and concentrate, concentrate, concentrate. When your seatmates get up & flee in disgust, you know success is yours.
Or do like Fred Imus’ brother Fred once said about his donkeys getting it off inside the bed of his pickup truck. “They know they don’t have hands, and they know exactly where & how to rub up”.
I mean, incels do wot they gotta do.
I saw what you did there.
Incels gone wild!
Dummy.
DANG!
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