expert manliness.

duders,
i left work early.
true story.
i figured that after the bulletproof buttcheek i tattblasted;
and i mean, seriously, so round and magical,
with my usual expert touch, no less-
i couldn't do much better for myself
during the remaining time in my workday-
so with nowhere to go but down inside the building,
i headed outside,
and went to the shooting range
to get fully activated with full metal jackets, y'all!!
yuuuuuuuuup.
there's something about that hot lead fireball sh!t that gets it IN!
word up.
it looked like this on the bench:

c'mon.
that makes your beards and body bits thicker, doesn't it?
you bet it does.
look-
i brought along some friends:

the once and future Folk Life & Liberty Fusiliers;
taking shape, taking aim, taking it by storm.
thatcher got his man pants merit badges in bullets and beards,
all the way from novice to worthy warrior in a couple of hundred
expended expanded grandiose gunshot rounds of rounds
of manhandling triggerman handling.

...and teddy looked like a cop.
*
i personally touched off a whole mess of magazines,
and even got ARetarded like a spider monkey of poor form,
and berserker barbarianism in tight shirts:

see?
half sitting in a creepy crouch, on a bench, over a board,
with my spaghetti noodle arms stretched the F* out?
i'm pretty much a pretzel of flippy-floppy freshness and
comfortable, yet safe, recreational gunplay.
sooo, what was i trying to hit?
the ground, eventually!
neighbors,
shooting guns in a sunshower goes all the way off the charts.
rainbow steamy skywater thunderstick slickness,
big bore battle beast blasting in the woodsly flippin' goodness?
you know.
...it definitely redlines at eleven, kids.
so good.
***********
we had a pizza party afterwards,
celebrating the success of a blown off day and blown up bullets
and bubblicious buttcheeks.
i needed it.
i got it.
i doo-doo that special day rewards-type action, son.
and you know it wouldn't be the best
without the most important part, right?
after rainbow rimfire and colt .45 flamethrowing,
we had to get nice with it, my ninjas:

c'mon.
you knew it was coming.
and here it is.
spranks.
today is the day,
but yesterday holds the title,
for now;
never quiet, never soft.....