hello? is this thing on?

my risk. my gun. it made perfect sense. and if he wanted to come yelling around the house, give him a taste of the bugger about midway up the femur. indeed. 158 grains of half-jacketed lead/alloy, travelling 1500 feet per second, equals about forty pounds of samoan hamburger, mixed up with bone splinters. why not?

  • 22nd
  • February
  • 2012
Shantel Martin’s room

Shantel Martin’s room