02-12-2004, 08:44 AM
**Blows raspberries at Occhi**
Occhi... It's a .500 calibre handgun. You can blast holes in tanks or blow big gaping chunks out of most conventional armor. Just look at one of the rounds of ammo... The shell DWARFS a .44 shell. It is the most perfect handgun ever made, a thing of endless beauty, power, and, well, hell, I dunno. I have never, in all my years, EVER seen a finer handgun. No matter what you are hunting, bears, elk, moose, terrorists, tanks, buicks, or what have you, this gun WILL drop most anything. You may laugh... but when I very first bought the Cannon and fired it, I nearly blew a load in my pants. Just about every single goat, chicken, horse, and critter in the yard all crapped at once from the deafening roar and echo. IIRC, the bullet travels at like 2.5 times the speed of sound or something like that. It produces one hell of a sonic boom. And the damn thing is HUGE. It's as big as most folks arm. I am in love. My wife is jealous.
And Heston is a Sissified Nancy Boy. He favours the wussy 9mm round.
Occhi... It's a .500 calibre handgun. You can blast holes in tanks or blow big gaping chunks out of most conventional armor. Just look at one of the rounds of ammo... The shell DWARFS a .44 shell. It is the most perfect handgun ever made, a thing of endless beauty, power, and, well, hell, I dunno. I have never, in all my years, EVER seen a finer handgun. No matter what you are hunting, bears, elk, moose, terrorists, tanks, buicks, or what have you, this gun WILL drop most anything. You may laugh... but when I very first bought the Cannon and fired it, I nearly blew a load in my pants. Just about every single goat, chicken, horse, and critter in the yard all crapped at once from the deafening roar and echo. IIRC, the bullet travels at like 2.5 times the speed of sound or something like that. It produces one hell of a sonic boom. And the damn thing is HUGE. It's as big as most folks arm. I am in love. My wife is jealous.
And Heston is a Sissified Nancy Boy. He favours the wussy 9mm round.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."