Bitter: “Umm… there’s ammunition under the microwave.”
Sebastian: “What caliber?”
Bitter takes a pen and sweeps it out from under the microwave. Turns out it was a piece of expended ICC brass from Blackwater. Must have gotten away from me when I was using the kitchen sink to clean all the dirt out of the brass I picked up before tumbling it.
… perusing through a friend’s collection of Mitch Rosen holsters, I discovered Bitter is a closet holster sniffer. Hardly a holster went by that went unsniffed. I have to admit, quality gun leather does smell pretty good. My kydex holster smells more like dryer lint in comparison. The day planner on the table is actually not a day planner, but a carefully crafted holster that holds my Glock 19 and a spare magazine quite nicely. That could come in handy.
Mitch Rosen Table
What musical pitch does the case of a 30-06 make if blown across? What about a .223 casing. Neither case makes a perfect note, but they come close.
… this is the finest example of gun nuttery I’ve seen for quite some time. Hat tip to SayUncle for this one.
… when you use the space under the bed to store large 200 yard targets. Additionally, if your two bed side tables have his and her pistols (she has a SIG P239 and I have a Glock 19, true love is sharing calibers) you might be a gun nut.
… if you find yourself saying any of these things.
Air gun, 200 dollars. Tin of 500 .177 caliber pellets, 7 dollars. 25 box of CO2 cartridges, 15 dollars. Being able to pop the ram between each of these sentences, priceless!
Target Rich Environment points out a piece of real estate any gun nut would love. I’ll be in the market for a new house in a few years, but sadly not right now.
… when you go to clean the lint out of your dryer screen and notice an empty .22LR casing. Bonus gun nutty points if you notice how clean it came out, and think maybe you should tumble some more of your brass through the laundry.
… when you have a burn the exact size and shape of a .22LR casing, including the rim, from where the casing ejected into your shirt while you were shooting little metal animal shapes. I figured that one was going to leave a mark.
