from amycita:
"It's lucky I don't know how
to shoot."
she fucking rules.
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3 comments:
I'll say. Based on her accuracy with a completely non-aerodynamic kleenex box, she would be a dead eye shot.
well she does live in milichigan now, so i guess there is ample opportunity for her to learn.
I see her, ala Homer Simpson with her gun, using it to open beers, and turn off the lights in the room. After, of course, wasting the neighbor's lawn jockey.
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