Beanie babies, paint balls, old military patches, beef jerky, airsoft pistols, Nugent Wannabees dressed up with at least the prerequisite 100 square inches of camo & smelling like deer pee while muzzle sweeping the masses. Warm watered down diet coke and six greasy cold fries for $7 bucks. Do I really want to go to the gun show? Strangely, yes I do. What the [expletive] is the matter with me?
It’s not like I’m hard pressed for other things to take my attention or entertain me. Bonfires, camping out, visiting family, music, Kate’s chili, Molly’s brownies, Sara’s smartass remarks…
I want it all!
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