...and how gun shows are sucking the life out of me
this'll be the bastard's fifth trip to the gun show. this will be my second one in orlando. the bastard isn't happy about it. it's not as much fun as vegas. anyway as we prepare for the final packing of the junk left hand rob sends the note around:
lhr: Here's what I'll be shipping to SHOT Show this afternoon. Is there anything else either of you want to go?
Printer paper (our man in moscow is ordering for on-site)
A pencil sharpener
Issues of last year's Daily
The last few months of Lots O' Bullets Monthly
bastard: bombay sapphire gin (6 bottles)
case of tonic water
high grade heroin (no china white, that stuff's for squares)
carton of cigarettes.
ammunition for a crosman nightstalker plus crimson trace laser sight
enough rope to hang ourselves
pinewood box for art director
lhr: I can get all that stuff at Staples, right?
but you might have to go through channels.
you might have some difficulty with the rope :/
yes, while i'm starting to ramp up my sense of humor for this trip, i seem to be ramping up the malaise (not mayonnaise, jackass) as well. i think
i'll need a bona fide vacation after this. but don't worry, i think we will be posting photos of orlando's best and brightest mullets. it's what scoop would have wanted.