Ya know, I was doing some welding in my workshop and a bird flew into the rafters. I looked away from my work for just a moment, and another bird flew in, knocked over all of my rifles into a heap in front of me. I dropped the welding rod on a pile of oily rags, and the fire department can tell the rest of the story.
So tragic.
good heavens what a sad tale - i lost mine in an asbestos factory fire
Lost all of mine, but managed to get every one of ‘em back.
It’s a harrowing tale involving high-speed car chases, femme fatales, and of course, lots of gun play.
I simply have a very bad memory, I can never find anything, just cannot remember where I left it, it might turn up anywhere. I think the technical term is CRS disease.