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Weekly Minnesota Thread
Last week's thread was up for almost five days! Starting a little early tonight with some good bourbon and bad beer.
This week, maybe we can do a concealed carry thread. I'm going to decide this week whether to register for a class and try out muh freedumz.
>How was your experience dealing with LEObros during the licensing proccess? In Hennepin County? Ramsey?
>Have you ever caught shit for having a CC (from LE or soccermoms?)
Generally, are our metro police profun or antifun?
But any topic is good, as long as it's MN and /k/ related. WI, IA, and N/S Dakota folks are always welcome.
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Fucking hell /k/.
I've read alot of creepy stories from you guys, but never though anything would happen to me, until today. So take a seat and listen if you want to.
>be driving home from late practice (hockey)
>Sweden (yes commies i know) in august, pitch black ofc
>first the radio starts going half static which i assume is just normal.
>half a km later, i see something standing in the middle of the road.
>i instabreak, not wanting to run over some drunk guy or whatever.
>although this drunk guy is like 220? (7.3 feet tall) and wearing a black robe'ish thing with hood.
>standing with his back towards me almost like.. twitching?
>INSTA DEFCON 1
>So im sitting dumbstruck not knowing wat to do, just looking at this thing, atleast i locked the doors.
>Since no one else ever grabbed a picture to add to their creepy stories, i figure i would
>i literally looked for my phone for 3-4 seconds and when i looked up the fucker was gone.
>hit first gear, pedal to the metal like i was advancing on the eastern front.
So /k/ what do you think it could be? i vote for goatman but i've never heard of any here in sweden.
Feel free to dump any other innawoods, soccer mum, or whatever stories
Pic related i guess, a favourite of mine
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Yesterday I placed my shotgun on the front porch, gave it six shells, noticing it had no legs, placed it in a wheelchair to help it get around.
While I was gone, the mailman delivered my mail, the boy across the street picked my weeds like I hired him to do, a girl walked her dog down the steer, and quite a few cars stopped at the stop sign near my house.
After 10 hours, I checked on the shotgun. It had not rolled outside and it had not killed anyone in spite of many opportunities that had been presented.
Can you imagine how surprised I was, with all the hype abotu how dangerous guns are and how they kill people? Either the killing is by people misusing guns or i'm in possession of the laziest gun in the world. So now i'm off to check on my spoons, because I hear they make people fat.