You got a J?

***EDITORS NOTE: I wrote this after polishing off a handle of Popov and I was out of my mind.  Anyway, I will leave it up in the interest of full disclosure.  And although it makes absolutely no sense at all, I think I made some good points.***

I know this is so random, but I have to tell someone other than my probation officer. Anyway, I came home tonight drunk off my ACE and of course I entered directly into the “living room.” (Anyone who has lived in a mobile home knows that no matter what the floor plan is, you always walk through the front screen door into the “living room.” )

All irony aside, the “living room” is obviously so much more and so much less than the name of it can possibly describe or encompass. It might as well be known as the “surviving room” or the “Hello, I would like to meet a stranger and bring them to my personal area to smoke a foreign but acceptable substance which may or may not enhance my already massively messed up mind set.” Any who, if that is a paper towel, I am going to break out my Crossman pump action and fire a solid .177 pellet after a non owners manual recommended 37 pumps into the base of that assholes barely functioning brain stem.

Contrary to popular believe, a precision strike to the brain stem is not sufficient to cause damage on a scope which will be considered irrelevant in the face of a grand jury. So, for information purposes only, if you drill that mother fucker somewhere in a soft tissue fatal area and he or she refuses to die within a reasonable time frame, feel free to pump your BB/Pellet gun to the maximum allowed PSI and fire a projectile directly into your “friends” most vulnerable locations. PEACE? INFORMATION ONLY!