Five – no, I mean seven
The number accidentally shot at three different gun shows yesterday on Gun Appreciation Day.
UPDATE: Oops, here’s another one!
UPDATE: And another one!
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Brother, the jokes just write themselves. Er, a black humor kind of joke, don’cha know . . . but wicked funny.
It is somewhat amusing.
Theoretically, I am supposed to be a member in good standing of a certain Christian church, and as such am supposed to have renounced all other Gods.
But I want so much to maintain a certain belief in Nemesis.
And every once in a while, She shows up.