And the moral of the story, boys and girls, is don't be playing with any spotty nobs. And never trust a guy who wears nightshades.
I'll guess Colonel Chauffeur, retired SBS, "on assignment" MI6, in the limo, with a "lost" during the Falklands, L96 PM, chambered in 308 Winchester, with Caressa's ashes ironically wrapped in nitroglycerin chauffeur had procured for her stallion servicing. And the wheel keeps turning...
For the record: I know a bit about firearms, some simply vicariously.
I know a bit about research, and have read not only Stephen Hunter, but Len Deighton and my favorite, John le Carre. I used to read authors and fiction used to seem more authentic than history.
LOLOLOLOL
Fun, fun, fun. Let's hope this can be a premonition for some actual Nobs...
Or is it a gism? (says she with a sinister mwahahaha!)
Oooooh, yeeeaaah!!! (with an evil ahn ahn ahn ahn ahnhhhh!)
And the moral of the story, boys and girls, is don't be playing with any spotty nobs. And never trust a guy who wears nightshades.
I'll guess Colonel Chauffeur, retired SBS, "on assignment" MI6, in the limo, with a "lost" during the Falklands, L96 PM, chambered in 308 Winchester, with Caressa's ashes ironically wrapped in nitroglycerin chauffeur had procured for her stallion servicing. And the wheel keeps turning...
That was a brilliant postscript comment! xx You clearly know a great deal about weapons.....
For the record: I know a bit about firearms, some simply vicariously.
I know a bit about research, and have read not only Stephen Hunter, but Len Deighton and my favorite, John le Carre. I used to read authors and fiction used to seem more authentic than history.
You are as whacky as I am! Brilliant! lol xx