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I like them a lot, but to be practical in my mind, a specialty round is needed, a great example is 300 Blackout because the powder burns at a much faster rate, allowing you to have a shorter barrel while maintaining a lot more power than a.223 and it doesn't make as much of a fireball due to the unburned powder igniting out the barrel. I think the restrictions for them are really stupid considering how easy it is to break them, all one has to do is buy a sbr upper and attach it to a lower and BAM, you now have an SBR, but you need to get it registered and wait 6 months as well as pay a $200 tax stamp for it. Luckily, arm braces have eliminated this by legally defining it as a pistol, thus no registration, tax stamp, and most importantly no 6 month wait time, and you can use the brace as a stock which is still currently legal. Overall, I love the idea of an SBR due to a nice handy dandy 300 Blackout with an 8.5" barrel being able to be stashed in places that a full length AR can't fit while retaining a lot of power, but these days many people seem to discount my point that they're wasting a lot of powder with a short.223 and a 300 Blackout is a much better round for an SBR build. What's your take on short barreled rifles?

True story.

So not too long ago I stop by my favorite local hang out joint of choice as I do once or twice a week after I get out of work. I like to go there , order a nice cup of joe and just relax and and do some reading to get my mind off work. After about 15 minutes a good looking women with a nice back side walks in and sits next to me. She does not look a day over 27. She is in tow with her man. This guy is about two inches taller than me and does not look like a nice person. Probably some ex-gang type that would shank you for an extra biscuit. Anyways , as I said she has a nice booty so I glance over and notice her back side. This takes about one second.

I go back to my reading and pay no further attention for a while. After 20 minutes I notice some movement in my peripheral vision and look up and low and behold her huge ass is about 3 feet away from my face , bending over so she can pick up her coffee order. Naturally I am taken aback from such a sight and can't help but notice such a heaping apparition that has claimed the horizon and also temporarily blocked out all sunlight for half the western hemisphere. Her man sees this and gets his pink panties into wet and twisty bunch and proceeds to wag his finger in my face and tell me not to look at his woman.

I respond how I always do when someone gets emotional with me and when , via some incomprehensible phenomenon not fully understood by medical science , their colon and oral orifice switch places. : a stone cold poker face and ignore. I say nothing to this prick and continue to read.

Did this guy think she was going to run off with me? Right there in front of every one?