[from the new issue of the New Yorker]
Hell, if my office looked like a mausoleum like this one does, I’d be a negative thinker, too.
Geez, did this guy have a zombie design his office?
There are no cigar butts, no pair of pliers to adjust the chair, no stack of empty Remington ammo boxes, and no deluge of yellow stickie notes covering at least half the desk.
Another tell-tale sign: there are no books or documents on the floor. This raises doubts about whether this guy really does any thinking at all.
Remington. That about says it all, right there. 😀
I thought about mentioning the Smith & Wesson boxes but that was comparatively verbose.
Real men shoot Federals.
Federal-brand ammo, of course.
Yes. That’s what real men shoot with. The HSTs are supposed to be exceptional.
HST WTF?
Hawaii Standard Time?
Hubble Space Telescope?
You need to get out with Brian and shoot a little more. 😀
http://le.atk.com/general/federalproducts/pistol/tacticalhst.aspx
In addition to the heart-warming scent of cordite, no self-respecting curmudgeon would maintain a cave without benefit of a layer of cheroot smoke worthy of a wintertime Montana Inversion. If the atmosphere aint got a blue tint, how is one to either work or drive away them obnoxious optimists?
To each their own smoke.