I'm so fucking happy.

I just copped a small arsenal of firearms, but, I still live with my father (Libra) and he thinks I should sell one of my guns. Agghh! Rent money, you know, but my dad is diabetic and abnout 67 years old, so I look after his ass. Eh, I can part with one of them, oh well, so it's still all good.

You guys want to know what I picked up?

*about

God damnit, how could I typo that word? LOL.

do you live in the US?

Yup. In the state of Ohio, the decent part (southwest) as well, with ya know, shit to do. Opne carry of any type of firearm w/o permit is legal here to.

OH I wish it were here

Ugh, I hate typos.

I can't fucking spell so if its me its not type o's. I have permits for firearms only way you can own firearms here.

Anyway, I have a PTR-91, a Glock 20, a Bushmaster M17s (prob the best of the bunch) and a Marlin 795. Hell, if I play my cards right, I might be able to pull security down by the border, hopefully as, well, a contractor for a private company, hopefully one of the big ones. Maybe this will be a foot in the door gig for the big contracts in the middle east. That'd be SWEET! Yeah, that all ties in with "daydreaming about vanquishing my enemies while making money in the process" dream of mine. I may make it reality afterall. Life is good so far..., but I'm prepared to meet hell itself for my country, you know? Shit my real name means "wandering, conquering, tree, afterall..."