Clint Eastwood is full of shit!!!
Nah he’s not. I just needed a catchy title, much as I enjoy the films of Mr Eastwood I would like to state for the record that you can’t accurately drop 6 rounds from a 44 mag on target in the manner demonstrated within his fine ouevre of Dirty Harry and associated pictures. Yes today was one of those days where extreme action had to be taken on the range. Not only was I feeling like a love sick Vogon captain but sadly I had no one to order out off air-locks.
Yeah so I bought myself the equivalent of a Miata in practicality terms, though people seem less likely to laugh at it for some reason?
Anyway my depression was lifted by an afternoon bossing little bits of paper around remotely.
Who-Song and Larry’s Mexican Restaurant and Cantina should you ever be in Portland is capable of not only providing decent Tequila and Mexican munchies it is to day the only time that wacky entertaining waiting staff actually worked, while neither may be the pinnacle of culture this place should be Video taped and sent to every TGI, TJ o pootertoots and Chili’s with a warning to not to attempt anything amusing until they get this good!. Saxaphone and 2 guitars are the accompianment to the live guacamole preperation that takes place table side, sung along to the tune of Woolly Bully with some harranguing of the neighbouring Chart house customers over the fence. If you want a quiet meal in this place I suggest you reconsider
Hal.
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