The perfect dream of a house filled with hundreds of firearms and something just had to spoil it. Imagine the smell of gun oil permeating the curtains and rugs, ahhh...Buckets of bullets just asking for you to run your fingers through them, leaving the delightful smell of brass on your hands. Waking to sun shining through the window and the sight of guns everyplace your eyes turn. Ahhhhhh....the touch and feel of cold steel contrasted with the warm wood. ahhh....
Heaven on earth. A gun nut's paradise.