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Yep. Another oldie. But still a goodie.

  Thank you, RoadKill. That's a wonderful thing to do.   If you should happen upon the "gentleman" in question, please convey our love to him. But not at the cost of your honor or personal safety. No....not from Maher, from his legion of bodyguards. 

Yep. He stands head and shoulders above the rest.

That's almost true. But there's a tiny white dot next to me representing a dyed-in-the-wool, gun hating, O loving, liberal.  

AWESOME!!!

Neat find. I don't get that lucky.

  If I had one, you would get it. I favor the Shield. Got 2 and love'em both

They do work well, and are pretty durable as well. I've got several in the garage with assorted tools, mostly cheapo sets, that were given to me over the years.

A little "Deliverance" weekend gone wrong?

Yep. That's a good one.

Tempting, I must admit. But not a backpack sort of guy. Heck...I'm so old fashioned I don't even have a nice range bag. Well...that's not true, I do have a couple of range bags, but still use an old range box that I bought 20+ years ago. Maybe I should update?

A 22 revolver is fun with them. And as has been said, a semi-auto 22 of just about any kind will fire them. You just have to load one at a time. Or you can have an Olympic Model High Standard that's chambered in 22 short. That's even better.

Good one, Ted.

Musta been bubbiesdad, he started this smelly thread.

These puns are getting to be a little cheesy.

   These just keep getting more odiferous.

  Glock/M&P -- Pretty much the same. I like and own both.   Might actually favor the Shield over the G19. Then...there's the M&P9c vs the G19. I haven't made up my mind on that one yet. Almost too close to call.

Good pricing on these. Too bad it's a 40.

Owned a couple of Kimber 1911 pistols, and can't really say much bad about them. Had many issues with the Kimber branded magazines though. Chucked them and went to Wilsons and CM and solved all the problems.   That being said, I prefer the Sig to the Kimber. Can't give you a definitive reason. I just like the feel of them more, and I seem to shoot them a little better.

Does indeed sound a little off. Won't speculate on it though. Maybe hear more later.

Anyone else would say that's great and rave about it. Including me.   You, on the other hand, are probably lamenting that you didn't do better with a rifle built from leftover parts.   You know I'm joking. That's a very good looking gun for a parts gun.   Just needs a little bigger scope on it.

Ok. This is more embarrassing than stupid. Although the whole story just highlights the stupidity of young boys who finally get a date with the hottest gal in the area.   This young gal I'd been lusting after for a while agreed to go out with me. Started off pretty normal. Drive in movie, a few cold cans of a non-soft drink, and some steamed windows.   Taking a break after the movie, we decided to go to a nice secluded scenic overlook and continue our conversations. After a few more cans were opened and emptied; things were getting pretty interesting. Similar to Meat's paradise By the Dashboard Light  scenario.   Hands were moving, clothes were moving...well you get the picture.   About this time, we see a light coming toward us. Figuring it's just another amorous couple, we kinda ignored it....Until the tapping on the window and the light shinning in.   Turns out it's a county deputy.   Well, I'm sure you know the drill from there. Who, What, You know better, get home, don't let me catch you up here again, etc. etc.    So he lets us go, and follows us for a couple of miles. Then finally turns away.   Well....still a couple of beverages in the cooler in the truck. You know, the standard for dates, can't run out.   So we stop in at the local gathering spot...A Dairy Queen for those of you who didn't have the advantages of a small-town upbringing.   Had a few more beverages, and got to smooching again, and ...   Well you know, young and in love. Well ...lust anyway. We went off in search of another quiet spot.   Being real smart, slightly fuzzy of mind, and blood shortage in the brain; I think.."He's not gonna go back to the same place again tonight. Let's go back up there."   And we do.   Ok, same drill. A little this, a little that. Ok...a whole lotta that. And we are really getting into things. Windows all fogged again. AND THEN.....tap tap tap. Blinding lights and loud voice.       "Get out of the car!"   OH CRAP! and that's me, by the way.   Scared out of my befuddled mind and thinking really, really clearly...I decided to drive off.  Yeah. Real Bright.   I get about a hundred yards before the second deputy, and the patrol car pull out in front of me... with every light in the known world flashing.    So I'm sitting in the car, trying to get my pants and shirt out of the back floorboard while this little hottie very calmly buttons up her sundress from bottom to top. And damn quickly to boot.   And the Deputy is standing there watching me try like the dickens to get my feet back thru the 70's era tapered too tight at the knees, and bell bottom jeans. Striped no less. And with suede boots too. And did I mention the Bell-sleeved, flower print shirt?   So while he laughs his head off looking at the idiot trying to dress behind the steering wheel, Kat, the young lady who's the object of the story...calmly looks up and says..."Hi Tommy"   She knows him!  OH, really CRAP now.   And then she gets outta the car and goes to talking with him.   "I'm dead, screwed, under the jail, and a lot of other things" cross my mind while I'm still trying to get those damn tight jeans pulled on.    All the while, she's still talking. Now to both deputys.   Well, in the interests of brevity and less embarrament to myself, this is how it ended.   Kat knows both of them. More to the point, they know her...very well.   After a stern lecture to me. The get going, don't ever let me catch you in my town again, etc. We were let go.   Never been so embarrassed in my life. Felt like a moron. And to quote Red Foreman, and Mike357..."A Dumbass."   So I take her home.   To find no one is there!  All this evening,... no one was there.    Crap.   So....anyway, the night wasn't a total loss. :woohoo:

Good one, tdr.

I'm sorry, Dennis. My prayers for you and all the family.

  AWWW!! That's even worse. LOL