Someone here in meatspace suggested to me that I should emulate the Mighty Tamara, or Phlegmmy, and run a weekly column on something I can write upon with authority.
Well at one point in my life, I was spending most Sunday Mornings in Handcuffs, usually for what happened Saturday Night.
But as I grew up, I decided I'd like to have to option open to rest, -unshackeled- on a fine Sunday Morn.
But I'd assembled an impressive handcuff collection.
I even can lecture to a crowd on the strengths, weaknesses, virtues, and shortfalls of most modern brands of handcuffs.
So if interested, leave comment. I'll decide to continue based upon feedback.
A Bit of Classic Prose and a Classic Firearm
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up
with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest still...
2 hours ago


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