Good day, lovelies. Today we will explore the concept of ‘less is moar.’ Rather than big ugly whales with ud-hers the size of Rosetta’s head, we’ll be taking a look at just the eyes, which somehow become hotter when they are obscured. I dunno how this works, but it works. Submit to my Friday post, bitches. It’s science!
And now some music! I wrote song for you in the early 90s. It’s a love song, filled with revenge, violence, and what I can only guess is a deeply held white hot rage to kill you. It was Car in’s wedding song.
* Tool–Crawl Away
* Also, dat gap and belly button.
This is the oldest one I have. A Remington Model 33 in .22LR. A single shot bolt action rifle.
My dad’s uncle (who raised my dad, his parents died when he was very young) gave it to him in 1942. Dad was eleven. He gave it to me in 1977, just before I left home*.
This was the first firearm my father taught me to shoot with. It was the first firearm I taught my girls to shoot with. Always good to start with a .22 rifle, it “plinks”, it doesn’t jump or hurt. It gets a new shooter used to the idea of firing a weapon.
We’ve put this off far long. Perhaps we’ve allowed our hyper-partisanship to cloud our vision.
But now it must be admitted.
Let’s have Michelle speak it for us; asked if her husband was a sex symbol, she resoundingly affirmed responded -meh.
It’s okay, yeah.
Well, put aside your h8ty hate and judge for yourself?