I think you have the disease, Tom. I think your wife and I need to get you into a motel room and do an intervention. I can't seem to leave you alone for a couple of weeks before you buy something else. Oh, by the way my #1 double stack Bul M-5 is part way thru its .40 conversion from 9x23mm.
I need you to come to one of our 1st weekend of the month pistol matches. You need to learn to shoot under pressure in a low key match. In my squad alone today, out of 14 shooters only 1 was not using either a 1911 or 2011. 11 were single stack 1911 .45s, Dave Scoby was using his 2011 STI 9mm open racegun and I was using my 2011 Bul M-5 9mm 3-gun pistol. In the other squad I know there were 4 shooting 2011 STI 38 Super or 9mm open raceguns, plus a couple of revolver shooters.
There ain't nuttin' wong wiffa' bunch'a qwal'tee nint'n 'levens
If the attatchment posts here ^^^, to my customers, please don't sell your garment to buy one. Last year I had a customer (won't mention who it is other than he is a member on here and jus' lives up the hill from the shop) sell his garment in order to afford the purchase of a Springer Operator. It wasn't unusual to see this person running down the hill past the bowling alley (Center St) while only donning a bathrobe (stolen from Motel 8) and his wife's pink fluffy bunny slippers almost every time the UPS truck pulls up in front of Shooters Discount. One of those times he arrived in his rather unusual fashion, thoughbeit normal for him, to discover we jus' received an order of Springer Operators. Money was a bit tight for him at that moment so he wisked away to return just moments later with enough money to make the purchase. However, when he returned, it immediately became quite evident that something was missing, I mean REALLY MISSING. The bathrobe that he WAS wearing was no longer present. He jus' walked in the shop wearing nothing more than his wife's pink fuzzy bunny slippers and a small bag that previously contained frozen peas taped to his nether region (to keep the swelling down from his newly acquired "C342A" tattoo) while carrying his driver's license and piggy bank. Yep, he sold his garment to buy a gun. I almost became unglued as I was laughing so hard the tears rolled down my cheeks. While we were doing the paperwork for his new purchase, his wife strolled in. She was able to track his whereabouts by the trail of frozen peas that were falling out of the frozen pea bag that he hadn't realized a small hole had formed. She was so mad at him that she ultimately cooked the peas and gun together causing a pea green finish on the gun. Once we completed the paperwork and payment process, she ushered him home all the while hollering that the pink fuzzy bunny slippers were for her and the rainbow colored fuzzy "my li'l pony" slippers was his.
In summary, don't take the posted pic/verse literally.
