My feet, a bunch of empty Sam Adams bottles, some knawed up spare rib bones and my Dad's 1911. Loaded.
Fuck. You got me whipped.I actually cleaned off my table for that picture, but you still had me beat.Seriously, rib bones?
Well, last night I had leftover halloween candy in a bowl, a plate licked clean from Shepherds Pie, (hmmm that was good) and a half dozen empty Molson Canadian cans. Oh ya, and 1 full one. Yup, I think that's it.
your table is certainly cleaner than mine.
Fuck, mine has a pretty flower arangment and scented candles.But I ate my hot wings at the loading bench listening to Mr. Atkins.Kinda where I live.
Where the hell are my manners? I forgot to compliment ya on that good lookin' rifle. How's she shoot?
I'm with rpm2day -- that is one kick-ass rifle!! Reminds me of Dad's 22-250... but yours is wearing camo while Dad's was in "civilian colors".Either way -- one fine rifle! (You lucky dog!)Regards,Tom
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