Many years ago I met a fella that had a really cute and curvy girlfriend. Turned out she was 16 at the time, he was early 20's and the son of a local doctor. I introduced him to the world of Ruger Super Blackhawks and he purchased one not long after. He married his girl and a short while later they had a spat. She walked out of the room and returned shortly thereafter with the .44 in her hands. She stopped in front of him, put the muzzle under her chin and pulled the trigger. Results? Lots of brains on the ceiling, hole in the roof and he was single again.
About a year later he married one of his cousins. Don't know if they're still alive, or how many legs and arms their kids might have.
I am..........disturbed.
Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain
