For my avatar: The Durango-95 purred away real horrorshow - a nice, warm, vibratey feeling all through your guttiwuts. Soon, it was trees and dark, my brothers, with real country dark. We fillied around for a while with other travelers of the night, playing hogs of the road. Then we headed West. What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick, and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultra-violence.
Pick me, I'll help you win the game. C'mon... pick me, pick me, - someone picks another card - That's it, I'm going to rob you tonight. Later that night: Person: hey, what are you doing. wait, stop! - gets shot - Me: - takes everything in house -.