Thursday, June 2

hot deuce.

it's june second.
a real number two of a day.
what has june brought us so far?
tornado time. seriously.
violent storms, intermittently accentuated by
crippling heat and sweltering sweatstains,
followed by blustery, brisk, march-like weather
and culminating in a productive
ZERO HEAVY INDUSTRIES meeting.
...
we touched 'em all, y'all,
while cones of crazed wind crushed it outside.
ferocious funnels busily defoliating the forest along
the outer edges of the mountains,
but we were too busy fondling firearms to notice.
true story.
duders,
we've got tickets to the gun show.
or at least,
we've got guns to show you.
that's real.
check the teleport:

"denial" upper assemblies, neighbors.
outbreak-appropriate/target shootin' rifles.
check out the base build,
(with a couple optional additives of performance enhancing hottness....)
that's entry-level excellence at it's best.
flat top, optics-ready mil-spec railed upper.
fixed double-attachment sling swivel front sight post,
1:9 rifled carbine barrel.
impact-resistant lightweight handguard.
and that's not even all.
it gets way cooler from there, y'all:
boombalotties!
pump, pump, pump it up.
12 gauge thundersticks, my ninjas.
ghost ring smoke-ring burly battle blasters.
we got they!
if you don't think that's molto sexy,
you aren't doing it right....
fact.
sidesaddle ammunition receiver expansion,
law enforcement-type collapsible tube adapter
for the skeletonized buttstock.
integral quick-detach sling swivel.
you know we like the loud, fresh, hardness,
but sometimes, the silent, violent sauce is essential-
suppressed, son!
that's a deluxe super-special set-up,
with a can of quiet on it.
that big hush-hush hunk of cyclindrical titanium is what's up.
tippy-tappy clickety-clack-clack.
how does that fit on a rifle?
it screws right on to the end of something like this:
yep.
the hot fire and the lightning, y'all.
raw juice, and zombie defense, at the same time.
and just wait until you see the targets.
real talk.
you'll want to dump a batch of hot lead bukkake
on the chewed-up chin of each zombified visage.
***********
so now,
we're dodging tornadoes,
and planning waterlogged road warrior trips,
down east to portland,
to see the avett brothers strum, and drum, and ivory-tickle.
that's what's up.
it's a full playful day-full of activities.
and active participation is the only item on the to-do list.
it's early,
but the whole day is well under way,
and it's destined to be non-stop rockin' until way late;
never quiet, never soft.....

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