#Honey Badger SD

[officialrailscales]

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RSBM-P™ Grip | Sniper Grey

TerraCore® 3-Slot G10 RailScales® | MiniDot Texture

TerraCore® G10 1.5-Slot Solo’s™ | MiniDot Texture

TerraCore® G10 1-Slot Solo’s™ | MiniDot Texture

QDX® Sling Mount | Terra Bronze

CSMR® Mag Button | Apex Style | Terra Bronze

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Q, LLC - Q Honey Badger SD

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300BLK SD

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[fuckyeahguns-ig]

My two favorite direct impingement SMGs. Q Honey Badger SD and our very own GQ Armory Paladin SD . . . Via • @gqarmory https://www.instagram.com/p/CJY0pkFlDe2/?igshid=1gibjnlqtvgeh

[pieceofmindguns]

#sundaygunday w new drop of @unpossible_by_q Honey Badger SD’s 🇺🇸 Live on site… Sugar Weasels and Mini Fixes landing too🔥 Will have rail wraps in soon from @libertysdefense to dial things in 🎯 #pieceofmindguns #pieceofmind #piece #liveqordie #qtangclan #unpossiblebyq #honeybadger #honeybadgersd #300blackout #300blk #geissele #radianweapons #geisseleallthethings #silencershop #silencershopdealer #silencershopkiosk #slc #utah #utahguns #801guns #utahshooters #utahisrad (at Salt Lake City, Utah) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdBqnSjrq0n/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[officialrailscales]

TerraCore Tuesday with the 🦡

RSBM-P Grip | Sniper Grey

TerraCore 3-Slot G10 RailScales | MiniDot Texture

TerraCore 1.5-Slot G10 Solo’s | MiniDot Texture

TerraCore 1-Slot G10 Solo’s | MiniDot Texture

QDX Sling Mount | Terra Bronze

CSMR Mag Button | Apex Style | Terra Bronze

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[mrstealthninja]

A nice reminder of some of the good times in SD, loads of good subie friends will be missed and hope to see them all again this December. Much love! @braa_psh @artsy_berto74 #sandiegosubies #honey #badger https://www.instagram.com/p/BpVRqVvnkUc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1i9bnc5gz7a7i

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Range Day in Lakeland, FL - September 25th

Range Day in Lakeland, FL – September 25th

This is going to be an epic finale to the Coast to Coast Tour.  These tickets will not only get you into the final Range Day at JTAC Ranch, but also dinner and the opportunity to participate in a fundraiser auction in support of SOC-F (Special Operations Care Foundation).  Bidding on a Honey Badger SD, Zev OZ9 pistols and more.

The event is located at 2509 Turkey Creek Rd Ste 1, Plant City, FL…

[mynameisdreartblog]

Architectural Styles 3

Libra: Umayyad. I've made a mistake when ordering… something and I put the wrong number at the end of the address. That wouldn't be so much of a problem if I lived like a normal person within normal circumstances, but that's not me; I live in Helltown, Greater Syria [Hebrew: עיר גיהינום] (which is just the rural zone), and now my package has gone to a nearby bandit fortress. If we go off a stereotyped assumption, they probably don't take too kindly to visitors. [,,,] Of course, we shouldn't make assumptions about their way of life, but their outward appearance is telling me that I'm not welcome: what with the pillars adorned with the still-bleeding heads of their fallen enemies, the rabid guard dogs gnawing at the rotting flesh of their hind legs, the sheer number of artillery aligning the scouting posts, and the spooky flag with skulls on it. It's definitely scary, but it's still where they sent my work, which consists of King Tut's carcass that they send to us to decontaminate before they send it to European countries to exhibitionism… I wasn't supposed to tell you any of that, but you're welcome. […] Ugh, I'm gonna have to do this, otherwise the Egyptian government will never trust us with anything ever again. So, I need you to come along with me, Enoch, and we'll confront it together… Alright, <Yellen knocks on the giant steel door of the fortress.> ᴴᵉʸ, ᶜᵃⁿ ʷᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶦⁿˀ [,,,] Whelp, that didn't work. Let's just abandon our current condition, travel east, and start a new life as telemarketers… Oh. «Hello, shit-lickers! Why have you come to my fortress, disrupt my routine, and demand for my space?» Uh… yeah, I'm here to tap your mom! «What? You are not allowed to tap my mother!» Well, I'm gonna do it anyways, and it's gonna be a threesome with Enoch right here! «W-wow, that makes me so angry; it makes me wanna… wanna throw something at you!» Yeah, throw your most expensive and heaviest object at me, why don't you? «Yeah, maybe I'll throw this sarcophagus at you!» Please do!

Cancer: Mar del Plata. I remember when they told me that they loved me, and I could recall everything in that moment: the texture of the bus seat, the feel of the air against my skin, exactly how itchy my hair was, & the view outside of the window. I could recall everything I saw gazing outside: everything so nice, cozy, & bucolic. Everything was so nice, and the common life was almost artistic to look at. Time almost ceased to expand (as to the false notion that it moves forward), and it felt like this was made for me <this is the point where Great God Plan by Sd Laika plays: a great art pop song that really captures this moment.> […] That moment seemed to've struck a deep nerve somewhere in my brain, and the only way I can describe it is that it's akin to a nostalgia for a place I've never lived in, and it wasn't even off the gulf of San Matias… the grassland outside of the bus strangely reminded me of the clear waters, the skeleton of the bus reminded me of my own home with a couple of loose nails and all, and the window reminded me of the limited view I had with my newborn eyes. […] It felt I was drowning, but it was a pleasurable version of it: I didn't mind the surrounding fluids overtaking my space, as I believed it benefited me at the time. I could be mistaken, but maybe it was some sort of reconciliation for when the Atlantic waters caved in and flooded the depressions that shaped the land bordering the gulf. As I'm saying this, I can vaguely remember it happening, but I don't know if that was me: I was born in extremely rural Cordoba (that's what my mom always told me at least), but yet this is so familiar to me as if I lived in Viedma. […] Still, I was so moved by it that… that, I was woken up by what sounded like a car alarm, and the smell of fumes. Time was still stopped and you could sense a look of extreme unease in my eyes. Tall, skinny, & dark as ash with claw-like fingers, and in its path were phallic-shaped footprints that warned of arcane lust: it arose out from behind her and edged closer towards the bus… fun memories.

Virgo: Brutalism. «Nicknames: Honey Badger, The Crow, The Sheriff. That zoology class was the treasure trove of nicknames. Some of the nicknames that came outta there were Black Widow, a girl who sat in front of us who was still into the emo scene. There was something going on with her where she was chill for a while, but she'd flip out at any minor inconvenience. We had another one called Foghorn Leghorn, and she was someone who was just insanely loud. She could be upstairs and we'd be downstairs with the door open and we'd just know instantly that she was talking. […] Now, we have Shorty Shorts: a dude who was incredibly short, and had that body type that those dudes in the 40s had where you couldn't tell whether they were fat or strong. Every time he went to the gym, he'd just have shorts right up to his waste, so that's why we called him that. […] Lastly, we have Dr. Ben, who was that person who seemed to've swapped identity every month or so. We got along well with him, but he got his nickname 'cause he was in organic chemistry with, my buddy, Alyosha. And this was the kind of stuff he'd do specifically: picture us in the cafeteria and I'm getting cereal. Alyosha would bump into me and act like he didn't know me and he'd become very aggressive for an act. Alyosha, for the first four years he taught science, he hated all of that paperwork. So a student came up to him with an exertion forum, and he took it and literally burned it with a lighter due to how much he hated signing those papers.» […] «"You know how many doctorates that guy has? And do you know how many you have? You have zero, and that dude had several, so I think I'm gonna trust that dude over you." And that's how the nickname Dr. Ben was born.» Wow, that was such a cool story, prof. Domovoi. It was so cool, in fact, that it made me wanna get up, leave the classroom unnoticed, contemplate my possession of reading comprehension, and return back also unnoticed. It's been two hours, please let me leave.

Sagittarius: Palladian. When I was eleven, I went to a summer camp for aspiring stage performers, and they said to keep away from red wine and stick to strong spirits. I guess it's just assumed that anyone who goes on stage is an alcoholic, but I had some fun times there. You know, I was forced to go through it because I told my parents, once, that I wanted to pursue acting, and they interpreted that as the leeway to send me to a camp where I learned only the first couple of lines to eleven of Mandela's… wow, he did a lot of speeches. […] Truth be told, I think they were excited in any semblance to see me finally express interest in something that isn't just body improvement or the listening to the same indie album over and over. When I was young, I thought I was gonna be a runner: I did half a decade of running and it all got me were wicked spider veins before my middle-aged years and incredibly strong nostrils. […] But for the miserable time I was at summer camp, I portrayed myself as an American mobster named something typical like Tony: I had a button-up with Hawaiian patterns and everything. I made sure to get everything I needed to be Tony Chemical (badass name, huh?): tinted shades, a comb that dispenses oil grease every time I use it, breath mints to cover the smell of alcohol, and arcade machines. Yeah, didn't all of those gangsters back in the day have arcade machines? That was the cool, illegal thing they all engaged in, right? They were like, sold on the black market for tons of bucks. […] But I'll tell you: the one thing I didn't have that left Tony's character incomplete was the tattoos — they were the key to sealing the pact and unleashing Tony Chemical onto this world as the criminal star she was born to be. […] I can see how it was a great distraction from the years of hard labor that I would inevitably be pushed into, but for the while, it was fun drinking all the red wine they explicitly told me not to drink, and then making the alcoholism part of Tony Chemical's character. She's called Chemical because of all the alcoholic chemicals in her body!

[lynxdefense]

We didn’t make The Bureau specifically for @the_official_q Honey Badger SD but she fits like a glove! More 📸 coming soon... #liveqordie #eotech #lynxdefense #gunsdaily #gunsofinstagram #igguns #rangeday #300blackout #300blk #shortbarrelrifle #sbrnation https://www.instagram.com/p/CFI3Srkl4RH/?igshid=rmpeabqynrje

[pieceofmindguns]

👀 #firearmfriday continues w a drop from Q! Honey Badger SD, Honey Badger Pistol and Mini Fix ready to rock and in stock 🔥 #pieceofmindguns #piece #combopack #liveqordie #qtangclan #honeybadger #cherrybomb #minifix #honeybadgersd #honeybadgerpistol #300blackout #300blk #300blkout #300blackoutpistol #boltaction #boltaction300blackout #utah #utahisrad #saltlakecity #slc (at Salt Lake City, Utah) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcZN2j0rYFc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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