SleazyRider
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Consider me guilty as charged, as I love a handsome gun.
The sleek curves and clean lines of the classics are very pleasing to my eye; the tactile sensation of checkered walnut and polished steel excites me; the unique grain of even the most mundane piece of wood is interesting to me; and precision machining and fitment puts me over the edge. Think about a woman who needs no makeup, jewelry, or tattoos to make her attractive ... that is what a gun should be.
When I speak to my friends and family about "the art of the gun," they patronize me and speak to each other in subdued voices. They don't understand. But surely my friends at The High Road do ... right?
The sleek curves and clean lines of the classics are very pleasing to my eye; the tactile sensation of checkered walnut and polished steel excites me; the unique grain of even the most mundane piece of wood is interesting to me; and precision machining and fitment puts me over the edge. Think about a woman who needs no makeup, jewelry, or tattoos to make her attractive ... that is what a gun should be.
When I speak to my friends and family about "the art of the gun," they patronize me and speak to each other in subdued voices. They don't understand. But surely my friends at The High Road do ... right?