Many years ago I dated a cop who introduced me to the joys of firepower. Back then my house was an arsenal of handguns, rifles, and shotguns. After we parted ways, however, I started to lose interest and most of the weaponry wound up getting sold.
Except for my 12 gauge.
I took it out today and blew the shit out of some 2x10s. That 00 buck obliterated the boards and the noise, ack. I'm still deaf.
My dogs and neighbors are not amused.
