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Being Alone, Donkey, and Fire: A one-man army 2 Gurkha used 400 bullets, Courageous: Acting Sgt Dipprasad Pun came under 17 grenades, a mine and even a tripod to defeat fire from the enomy for 15minutos 30 Taliban on his own A GURKHA who fired 40lets By Fred Attewill and 17 grenades while single-handedly lighting off 30 Taliban militants is to he found iwo insurgents digging a reccive the second highest military trench to lay an improvised explosive honour for bravery device at the checkpoint's front gate. Acting Sgt Dipprasad Pun, 3 was on sentry duty alone at night when he discovered two insurgents preparing to plant a bomb outside He then found himself pinned down under attack from rocket-propelled grenades and AK47s for more than 15 minutes, as e franticall,y As enemy tighters launched wave radioed for back up after wave of attacks, the 1.7m (Slin) At tirst, he was afraid but he said Gurkha opened fire with a machine yesterday: As soon as I opened gun, a rile and a grenade launcher. ire, that was gone before they When he exhausted all ammunition kill me I have lo kill some. he tried to batter one militant with a When the fight was over, his sandbag before bludgeoning him with company commander arrived a machine gun tripod, as he roared in casually slapped him on the Nepali: I will kill you, back and asked if he was OK The soldier, from the Royal Gurkha The third gencration Gur- Rilles, was alerted to he enemy when kha. from Ken, will receive he heard what he thought was a cow or the Conspicuous Gallantry Cross, one of 136 awards to a donkey near his sentry posi. But, when he climbed on to the roof, be announced today Defines Badassery ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป
Being Alone, Donkey, and Fire: A one-man
 army
 2
 Gurkha
 used 400 bullets,
 Courageous:
 Acting Sgt
 Dipprasad Pun
 came under
 17 grenades, a mine and
 even a tripod to defeat
 fire from the
 enomy for
 15minutos
 30 Taliban on his own
 A GURKHA who fired 40lets By Fred Attewill
 and 17 grenades while single-handedly
 lighting off 30 Taliban militants is to he found iwo insurgents digging a
 reccive the second highest military trench to lay an improvised explosive
 honour for bravery
 device at the checkpoint's front gate.
 Acting Sgt Dipprasad Pun, 3 was
 on sentry duty alone at night when he
 discovered two insurgents preparing
 to plant a bomb outside
 He then found himself pinned down
 under attack from rocket-propelled
 grenades and AK47s for more than
 15 minutes, as e franticall,y
 As enemy tighters launched wave radioed for back up
 after wave of attacks, the 1.7m (Slin) At tirst, he was afraid but he said
 Gurkha opened fire with a machine yesterday: As soon as I opened
 gun, a rile and a grenade launcher. ire, that was gone before they
 When he exhausted all ammunition kill me I have lo kill some.
 he tried to batter one militant with a When the fight was over, his
 sandbag before bludgeoning him with company commander arrived
 a machine gun tripod, as he roared in casually slapped him on the
 Nepali: I will kill you,
 back and asked if he was OK
 The soldier, from the Royal Gurkha The third gencration Gur-
 Rilles, was alerted to he enemy when kha. from Ken, will receive
 he heard what he thought was a cow or the Conspicuous Gallantry
 Cross, one of 136 awards to
 a donkey near his sentry posi.
 But, when he climbed on to the roof,
 be announced today
Defines Badassery ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป

Defines Badassery ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป

Bless Up, Chance the Rapper, and Life: u/Fio_Fiddlesworth ld imgur So my Mom sold one of her schnauzer puppies to an aspiring photographer DrSmashlove So u know how I said a few weeks ago that I tried all the healthy ice creams and I was done with them, and I was going back to real ice cream? About that. See there comes a time in yo life when u realize: u just ainโ€™t about that life. It come at different times for different people. Some of u pretty ladies go to music festivals. And yโ€™all got that friend Mandy. Mandy got a lil marketing gig in the city where she make a good wage. Went to a good school. Seem normal. But she different. U knew it when u hit Lollapalooza with her and watched her pop a Molly, pop three pills where she ainโ€™t even know what pills they are, some cool white kid in a Larry Bird jersey just handed them to yโ€™all so she took them, smoked a blunt, then snorted coke with that same kid in a port a potty. U seen her 15 min later vibing to Chance the Rapper while a lil bit of puke dribbled out the corner of her mouth while she looked around crazily and on that day, u had a realization: u ainโ€™t bout that life. Mandy? Bout that life. U? Not about that life ๐Ÿ˜‚. Thatโ€™s me with ice cream. I went to Mariano super market. Grabbed some Ben and Jerry Cookie Dough. Seen it had 60 grams fat - 1,120 calories-pint. Gently caressed my 6 pack over my t shirt. And reflected on the fact that Iโ€™m just not bout that life. So I copped some skinny cow ice cream sandwiches. Each one got 160 calories. I eat two to get satisfied and thatโ€™s plenty. I gotta eat seven them b!tches to equal one pint of Ben and Jerry. I used to be bigger. Had a 36 waist. Ate whatever I wanted. I canโ€™t go back to that place. Iโ€™m a new smash. U feel me? Iโ€™m in a different place. Iโ€™ll eat B + J once in a blue moon bc it (and Jeniโ€™s) are still the GOATs but for daily use, imma stick to these skinny cows. P.s. Skinny cow please make them rectangular with a paper (not plastic) cover. On the rare occasion my mama bought us a box of generic ice cream sandwiches, peeling the paper off as it sticks to the ice cream on the side and then liiiiiicking it up the side was the best part. The adult equivalent is peeling the panties off a woman, seeing them stick to the Nani, and liiiiiiiicking...well, yโ€™all get the point ๐Ÿค—. Bless up! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
Bless Up, Chance the Rapper, and Life: u/Fio_Fiddlesworth ld imgur
 So my Mom sold one of her schnauzer
 puppies to an aspiring photographer
 DrSmashlove
So u know how I said a few weeks ago that I tried all the healthy ice creams and I was done with them, and I was going back to real ice cream? About that. See there comes a time in yo life when u realize: u just ainโ€™t about that life. It come at different times for different people. Some of u pretty ladies go to music festivals. And yโ€™all got that friend Mandy. Mandy got a lil marketing gig in the city where she make a good wage. Went to a good school. Seem normal. But she different. U knew it when u hit Lollapalooza with her and watched her pop a Molly, pop three pills where she ainโ€™t even know what pills they are, some cool white kid in a Larry Bird jersey just handed them to yโ€™all so she took them, smoked a blunt, then snorted coke with that same kid in a port a potty. U seen her 15 min later vibing to Chance the Rapper while a lil bit of puke dribbled out the corner of her mouth while she looked around crazily and on that day, u had a realization: u ainโ€™t bout that life. Mandy? Bout that life. U? Not about that life ๐Ÿ˜‚. Thatโ€™s me with ice cream. I went to Mariano super market. Grabbed some Ben and Jerry Cookie Dough. Seen it had 60 grams fat - 1,120 calories-pint. Gently caressed my 6 pack over my t shirt. And reflected on the fact that Iโ€™m just not bout that life. So I copped some skinny cow ice cream sandwiches. Each one got 160 calories. I eat two to get satisfied and thatโ€™s plenty. I gotta eat seven them b!tches to equal one pint of Ben and Jerry. I used to be bigger. Had a 36 waist. Ate whatever I wanted. I canโ€™t go back to that place. Iโ€™m a new smash. U feel me? Iโ€™m in a different place. Iโ€™ll eat B + J once in a blue moon bc it (and Jeniโ€™s) are still the GOATs but for daily use, imma stick to these skinny cows. P.s. Skinny cow please make them rectangular with a paper (not plastic) cover. On the rare occasion my mama bought us a box of generic ice cream sandwiches, peeling the paper off as it sticks to the ice cream on the side and then liiiiiicking it up the side was the best part. The adult equivalent is peeling the panties off a woman, seeing them stick to the Nani, and liiiiiiiicking...well, yโ€™all get the point ๐Ÿค—. Bless up! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

So u know how I said a few weeks ago that I tried all the healthy ice creams and I was done with them, and I was going back to real ice crea...

A Dream, Ariana Grande, and Cute: After sex selfies are always so damn cute The Summer of 1801 was hot and humid. All the slaves were slaving away in the fields, as the white man watched. Us slaves were planning our escape, and today was the day. I wipe my forehead of sweat and yell back towards the plantation. "Massa! You gon wanna come see dis." The man spits out his tobbaco and grabs his rifle. I get nervous as he walks towards me. "Whats the problem boy?" I point to the cotton. "Id say theres an insect of the sorts eating tha cotton roots massa." He lays his rifle down and bends over to inspect the plant. I quickly grab the gun and beat him repeatedly over head until hes more lifeless than a Ariana Grande concert. I nod to the other slaves and we charge back to the plantation house. Rodney, who got 10 lashings for fucking a cow, kicks down the door with his powerful legs. We storm into the house and all of the house wives scream. We silence them and head downstairs to the basement. We find more rifles and distribute one to all the other slaves. We had to hurry before Massa 2 came back from the market. When we get back up stairs we hear barking. The dogs. One time my friend Jim had his penis ripped off by one when he tried to escape. But I aint afraid to hurt a dog word to Vick. The slaves decide to split up and I run out on my own. I make the decision to run towards the creek. I hear barking behind me and its getting closer. The river is yards infront of me. I turn my head and see a Massa with a dog. Massa points his rifle at me and shoots. I duck and dive into the river. I stay submerged until the current pushed me far enough away. Its over. (LMAO SIKE YOU THOUGHT THESE STORIES NEVER HAVE GOOD ENDINGS) I wake up in my tent, sweat dripping from my forehead. It was just a dream.
A Dream, Ariana Grande, and Cute: After sex selfies are always so damn
 cute
The Summer of 1801 was hot and humid. All the slaves were slaving away in the fields, as the white man watched. Us slaves were planning our escape, and today was the day. I wipe my forehead of sweat and yell back towards the plantation. "Massa! You gon wanna come see dis." The man spits out his tobbaco and grabs his rifle. I get nervous as he walks towards me. "Whats the problem boy?" I point to the cotton. "Id say theres an insect of the sorts eating tha cotton roots massa." He lays his rifle down and bends over to inspect the plant. I quickly grab the gun and beat him repeatedly over head until hes more lifeless than a Ariana Grande concert. I nod to the other slaves and we charge back to the plantation house. Rodney, who got 10 lashings for fucking a cow, kicks down the door with his powerful legs. We storm into the house and all of the house wives scream. We silence them and head downstairs to the basement. We find more rifles and distribute one to all the other slaves. We had to hurry before Massa 2 came back from the market. When we get back up stairs we hear barking. The dogs. One time my friend Jim had his penis ripped off by one when he tried to escape. But I aint afraid to hurt a dog word to Vick. The slaves decide to split up and I run out on my own. I make the decision to run towards the creek. I hear barking behind me and its getting closer. The river is yards infront of me. I turn my head and see a Massa with a dog. Massa points his rifle at me and shoots. I duck and dive into the river. I stay submerged until the current pushed me far enough away. Its over. (LMAO SIKE YOU THOUGHT THESE STORIES NEVER HAVE GOOD ENDINGS) I wake up in my tent, sweat dripping from my forehead. It was just a dream.

The Summer of 1801 was hot and humid. All the slaves were slaving away in the fields, as the white man watched. Us slaves were planning our ...