And Now I'm Heading Upriver, I'm Gonna Cover Myself In Mud...

The Presets - Kicking And Screaming


I'm not going to say that I made the best purchase of my life last night (or am I?), but I definately did (yup).

I bought the most bomb slingshot in history. It's one that's intended for small game hunting, and features a terrifying hunter on the cover, though his image is thrown off a little by his awkwardly large orange safety glasses.

But to go alone with it came a supply of paintballs and steel balls that are essentially ball bearings. But reading all about them, they're shatterproof, uniform in size, and "excellent for hunting." Perfect!

Now, granted, I feel bad when I see someone kill a fly, so the odds of me using this to hunt small game are fairly small. But the odds of me using it to shoot at one of my neighbors when she walks out of her door? Great. In fact, I can tell you that this has indeed already happened. Because I'm a baller.