March 23 @ 8:34 pm
If the world as we know it is ever invaded by an army of neon colored dots, I am ready. Like Ash with his “boomstick” I shall face down the forces of evil with a wrath that knows no bounds. So tremble in fear foul dots, tremble and know that the number of your days grows short.
“Hail to the King, baby…”
March 24 @ 5:22 am
I’m never wearing polka dotted clothes around you (not that I’d ever wear them anyways).
March 24 @ 7:23 am
Ooooh..nice group!! Don’t you love the crack of a .22??
~L.
And thanks for the song.
March 24 @ 4:03 pm
A .22 certainly doesn’t hurt your ears nearly as much as a .308 that’s for sure!
March 24 @ 6:41 pm
I don’t even hear the .308. I ~feel~ the .308. I ~become~ the .308.
I miss the .308.
~L.
March 25 @ 12:58 am
I need to get off my duff and load some .308 so I can start working out with mine. You won’t see any tiny little dime-sized groups then! I blame it on the rifle, it’s not even broken in well yet. Surely it’s not *my* fault!