Alas, I shed a saddened tear. Came for coffee, none was here. Some carefree soul came through the door, drank the last cup, made no more. Drank his fill, but left me dry. I'd like to spit into his eye.
I became involved in the shooting sports way, way back in 1980 or so. (Old
fart alert!) Money was always in short supply, so I usually opted for
surplus/us...
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