gun stuff.

c'mon.
that's a scabbard.
like for a sword,
only,
even more awesome.
how could it be MORE awesome?
because it's not made for stormy knights' errands of errantry.
here,
look what happens when you add a little boom-stick to the scene:

a shotgun sleeve!
there is only super-freshness surrounding me at this moment.
duders,
i am popping the hardest one ever.
real talk.
some folks can't hang out with firearm culture,
and that's cool...
...those kids can go nancy-pants around with all the other
delicate fancy-boys and mumblebabies somewhere else.
over here,
it's always awesome o'clock,
all dang day long.
that's like high noon and quittin' time,
at the same time.
gun stuff rocks my socks, neighbors-
what goes better with werewolf weirdie sh!t
than shotshells and burly ball bearings barreling along
at breakneck velocity?
nothin'.
and don't you fret your little bitty worry warts over a dang thing.
i got two of 'em.
because too much is the right amount.
and it's got those little molle straps,
so it snaps onto a bullet-proof vest, or plate carrier,
or backpack, or whatver.
(all of which i have)
or it's got the strap for stand-alone carrying.
and ,
it's in multicam.
which really just means that the
bad mama-jama goes to eleven.
which you should've guessed when i told you
i needed two of 'em.
over-the-top shotgun sorcery.
woodsly goodness,
uno,
out;
never quiet, never soft.....