waytoofunky
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- Jun 29, 2006
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So I never thought I'd get a revolver. I've got a modest collection of semi-autos - a few nines, a few .22's, and a few in-betweens. The last one I bought I thought was going to be my last (maybe a rifle, but just maybe).
Last week I was piddling around in the gun shop, and saw a S&W Model 60 5". With the rosewood grip. I asked to see it, and the the clouds lifted, and the scabs fell from my eyes, and God spoke to me. "Waytoofunky", he intoned in his kind, yet commanding, all-knowing voice, "all this time I have allowed you to fire those ka-chunky slidy lubey cleany scrubby dissasembly buy lots of mag-y too-many-part-y guns, but you never learned.
"This gun was forged for you from the wisdom of your ancients. It will lead you to the wild and true. It has a really purdy grip that feels great and is nice to point. It shall teach you honesty and simplicity and be your companion and protector if.
IF you can learn to live with five shots and deal with it's five inch barrel.
"However", he continued (here I thought "always gotta be a catch, doesn't there, God? Allwayys gotta be a catch"), "HOWEVER!" He boomed with majestic defiance, "
...then some idiot started playing with a duck-call thing, and I couldn't hear what came next. Damn!
Has God spoken to anyone else here with this one, and could you please do me a favor and clue me in?
Thanks!
Waytoofunky
Last week I was piddling around in the gun shop, and saw a S&W Model 60 5". With the rosewood grip. I asked to see it, and the the clouds lifted, and the scabs fell from my eyes, and God spoke to me. "Waytoofunky", he intoned in his kind, yet commanding, all-knowing voice, "all this time I have allowed you to fire those ka-chunky slidy lubey cleany scrubby dissasembly buy lots of mag-y too-many-part-y guns, but you never learned.
"This gun was forged for you from the wisdom of your ancients. It will lead you to the wild and true. It has a really purdy grip that feels great and is nice to point. It shall teach you honesty and simplicity and be your companion and protector if.
IF you can learn to live with five shots and deal with it's five inch barrel.
"However", he continued (here I thought "always gotta be a catch, doesn't there, God? Allwayys gotta be a catch"), "HOWEVER!" He boomed with majestic defiance, "
...then some idiot started playing with a duck-call thing, and I couldn't hear what came next. Damn!
Has God spoken to anyone else here with this one, and could you please do me a favor and clue me in?
Thanks!
Waytoofunky