- 22nd
- February
- 2012
can you please stop being beautiful? no. please. don’t stop being beautiful.
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?
