For the life of me, I will never understand why on earth someone who despises a line of firearms so much (not to mention the discussion of those firearms by their owners) would be a moderator on a forum dedicated to them. Unless of course that person simply gets off on riling people up online, in which case...wow. :shock:
Lance loved going to the local gunshop, all those guns and all those gun savvy men, it was just a marvelous place to be. He walked about the shop, his stumpy short chubby legs taking measured short steps, he fancied himself a tactical ninja with the grace of a fan dancer. He walked up to a display case that called his name it seemed. There it was, the gun of his dreams, a Ruger SR1911 with a cast in tactical rail, he asked politely but with a certain anxiousness to take a look at it and the clerk complied handing him this thing of beauty. Lance fondled it like it was alive and wanting him, he brushed the trigger and a quiver came upon him. He looked at it in his doughy fat hand and almost whimpered in delight, hoping no one heard him if he did. He imagined himself, wearing a quick release thigh holster that cut across the right leg of his tiger stripped camo pocketed tactical shorts, his Recon Marine earth tone t-shirt and a black SOG bandana tied around his round brow. Should he wear his hiking boots or his Roman inspired sandals, he couldn't decide. He was in love he had found the one gun as gay as him and he had to have it. He gently placed it in the glass topped display case and the front sight fell off.