well...?
don't make me hold my breath for too long.
oh - just scared the pants off of one of the local hard-luck beggar 'barbs... dipwad comes to my door at 1040pm looking for a handout... got a shotgun poked at his belly.
looking for money, supposedly for gas.
I gave him the 2 gallons I had for my lawnmower, told him to go in peace, and told him to think real hard before asking me for another freebie and never, EVER, come to my door at that hour again.
care to place bets on whether he'll take the [expletive]ing hint... or act like a stray dog you've fed once?
time to do the lower arm... back in 20minutes plus a clean-up.
Well, I am finding some information that had previously eluded me. I am mucho jazzed.