When the robot archeologists find my rotten corpse 300 years from now…
my bleached bones will be surrounded by piles of spent brass, with empty mags
scattered about, and the bolts of my guns locked back.
The bones of my enemies will be heaped ungraciously
around me too!
😊👍
A laudable plan. Remember, if a man is known by his enemies, insult a better class of person.
ReplyDeleteHope those mags are unpinned!! hehe.
ReplyDeleteChutes Magoo
If POTUS45' wishes/predictions come true, neither you nor I will be the skeleton, we'll be dancing on the bones and all those aches and pains will be a memory.
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