I just answered your previous post, as I am going backwards - kinda like it, too. Why be normal is my motto.
I am afraid to take off the cover of the gun, so I know what kind of gun it is.
Gun - in safe.
I don't want the rapist family paying me any visits. I am pretty hospitable, but if a dude or two make entry into my house, I would only want to greet them with a B in the B. BB for short. Bullet in the ball$. ) Oh, and I am a scaredy-cat, but this I know I could do.
Yes, but what if I am having a bad garbage can day and I want to point the gun at myself?
I thought guns came preloaded. I have to load the thing? omg
I have to admit the honey did try and teach me. Sort of an exercise in futility, as the guy next to me set his cap and ball on fire. We were on wooden floors.
Oh, the dense one (ME) heard the honey and his friend upstairs shooting out the back window.
His friend, Tom, told me they had "spent about 20 or 30 rounds."
DENSE ONE: How many bullets are in a round?
I know, I know - I cause many people to wonder how I made it to the ripe old age of 39.
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.