Here is my initial impression.
JayG's online persona matches up with his in-person persona.
Mike-i-stan was the seething ball of barely controlled rage, ready to explode, that I expected. He didn't injure me, however.
Breda? Well... Lessee. A good summary of the weekend would be: Breda winged me in the neck with a .357. And she was shooting the Snubbie from Hell, so she and Jay may have been in cahoots. You know me. It takes more than .357 to take T-Bolt down. I expected a hostile meetup but I didn't think anyone would get shot at. Much less me.
More info later. Here is something I learned. When a 9mm hits a milkjug full of water it leaks from 2 holes. When a .357 hits a milkjug full of water it explodes. When a .45-70 hits that jug, it explodes BIGGER.
James Burton - Working Man Blues - I think I'm done getting Camp Borepatch ready for inspection to put on the market. May or may not give the front door another coat of pain; got to drop an...
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