My wife used to give me the same crap about leaving the house with a .45 on my hip.
Then one day while driving in California, a berserk motorist pulled along side of us and started screaming obscenities at me, cutting me off, etc.
Guess who asked me if I had my gun THEN!!!!
Alas, due to California's laws, I had no means to defend myself (should the need arise) other than ramming my full size Chevy Blazer into the lunatic's baby size pickup truck.
When I told my wife that I didn't bring it, she got a bit ticked off.
Needless to say, she doesn't give me any more lip about carrying a weapon anymore.
Oh, as for the psychomouth.... I just smiled with my eyes rolled back in my head, ala
THIS and waved....
He backed off after that.
Off to polish my corneas,
I remain,
VG
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Vampire Gerbil: Nosferatus Rodentus Moderatus; similar to a domestic gerbil, except for the odd accent and little black cape.
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Odd Pictures at Photopoint
An assortment of pictures I decided to share with anyone that was so bored they wanted to check out my antics. I did this to prove that I am indeed sane. Be advised that there's hardly any nudity. Feel free to sign the Guestbook!!
Manifesto of Madness
I wrote most of that at work after drinking massive amounts of coffee. I needed to look busy and that dribbled out of my head. There's also a whole bunch of Optical Illusions.
The Deadly and Scary Leatherman Micra Website.
Be warned that the tactics used at that last site are not for the faint of heart!
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