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You know you can't just run and shoot people in the knee-caps with double barreled shotgun 'cause you're pissed at them.
When you kill with your bayonet, you
cheek, the one so disfigured by that
I have a plan. Boys, it's hunting season. Weapon up
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
I have a magnificent chin and a long, odd-shaped face. As a result, I always look better in collars.
To a greedy eating horse a short halter.
from the butt of the Colt at his waist.
You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.
Dammit. What kind of weapons are they toting?" "Uh, teeth. Mostly teeth, Harry." I glared at him. "Not the dogs.
Hey Susie Derkins, is that your face, or is a 'possum stuck in your collar?
Bel pointed. "Head. Tail. Pets go here." He pointed to the dog's head again. "Farts come out here." He pointed to the dog's back end. "That's all you need to know about Stump.
The camera hound of the future wears on his forehead a lump a little larger than a walnut.
A moose is an animal with horns on the front of its head and a hunting lodge wall on the back of it
I have a dog of Blenheim birth,
With fine long ears and full of mirth;
And sometimes, running o'er the plain,
He tumbles on his nose:
But quickly jumping up again,
Like lightning on he goes!
bradawl. It was just a blunt steel spike set into a handle.
That Mossberg," Boris said to me, accepting the bottle passed over the front seat. "Evil dirty thing. Sawed off
? sprays pellets here to Hamburg. Aim it way the fuck away from everyone and still you will hit half the people in the room.
I don't think I've ever met a girl with a bazooka for a pet." Hunter looked both amazed and slightly frightened.
"That's Kitty," I said, pointing to the large weapon. "I got her for my tenth birthday.
The bow is so old, its horsehair is glue
Sent to the factory, just like me and like you
So how come they stayed your execution?
The audience roars its standing ovation
Dust,
Mr Warboys, without putting himself to the trouble of deciding which of the more ferocious animals his friend resembled, stated the matter in simple, and courageously frank terms. "Y"know, old fellow," he once told Martin,"if you had a tail, damme if you wouldn't lash it!
Gun Control: A measure to ensure that guns always point in one direction.
The censure of a dog is something no man can stand.
Bitch, this is a gun...
The bayonet has always been the weapon of the brave and the chief tool of victory
My bazooka is locked, cocked, and ready to unload.
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
waistcoat-pocket,
You can't not look cool with a crossbow.
If at one time or another I have brushed a few colleagues the wrong way, I must apologize: I had not realized that they were covered with fur.
Tail wagging like a windscreen wiper in a downpour.
About guns, about hunting, it's safe to say I know nothing. The last gun I fired was a musket at Boy Scout camp.
coat that she always
sun, he thought he saw the barrel of a musket glitter from behind a hedge. D'Artagnan had a quick eye and a prompt understanding. He comprehended that the musket had not come there of itself, and that he who bore it had not concealed himself behind a hedge with any friendly intentions. He
My mullet was an insecurity shield. My mullet was an ethnic hatchet. My mullet was an arrow on fire.
My mullet said to the literary world, Hello, you privileged prep-school assholes, I'm here to steal your thunder, lightning, and book sales.
You think they've killed before?"
"I'd bet your ass on it"
"Why my ass?" Eyes slitted, Peabody jabbed a finger in the air. "Because it's bigger? Because it has more padding? That's hitting below the belt."
"Your ass is below your belt. I'd bet mine, too, if it makes you feel better.
Ears back, tail up! I got to show off the white tip on the end of my tail. It's the flag that all Shelties are proud of.
When you have a high-volume magazine or an assault weapon, you're not hunting deer or protecting your home; you're out to hunt people.
When your holding a double barrel shotgun use both barrels.
When lion saddled for hunt, he outfitted by bow and arrow to guard himself
You're not gonna name it Dog, are you?
Mrs. Campbell once attempted to smuggle her pet Pekingese through customs by tucking him inside the upper part of her cape. "Everything was going splendidly," she later remarked, "until my bosom barked."
Honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?
A bullet to the front of the head demonstrates good marksmanship. A bullet to the back of the head demonstrates good judgement.
Did the barrel aim so that eh eye could fire?
I'd recently had a gun to my head and wasn't in the mood for any more shenanigans from the penis-endowed gender. I reached into a side pocket of my bag as nonchalantly as I could and wrapped my fingers around Margaret, my Glock.
Muzzle the owner if the dog barks all night.
I got some media coverage for using the tail, the ear, the oink.
Gun pop off like the mouth of Ann Coulter ...
By skilfully training a hunting animal, by closely associating with it, by identifying with it, you might be allowed to experience all your vital, sincere desires, even your most bloodthirsty ones, in total innocence. You could be true to yourself.
Replace ropes with bullets. Hound dogs with German shepherds. A gray uniform with a bulletproof vest. Nothing is new.
Solution: Winchester.
Have you no honor? No decency? No damn brains? You don't kill me with bullets. You just piss me off. And you just ruined my friggin' favorite coat. For that, you die. (Wulf)
Take your hat off.Hat-- Don Draper
Remember though, your best weapon is between your ears and under your scalp -provided it's loaded.
It is heavy enough to stun a muskellunge.
What's the handle, Zock?
Who can go to a rodeo and then criticize the hunter? ... an expertly placed bullet would be the best gift a rodeo horse could receive.
Be reflective if you must be armed.
You know I grew up watching the TV series The Rifleman.
I always wanted a dog with a bangs
Hair and hole, horn and teeth - hedgehog, walrus, ape, Josef Breuer. He
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
Then I found it: the source of the blood, the place where he'd been shot.
'Total?' I said, and I got a slight whimper. 'You have a boo-boo on your tail.
When Phoebe glanced back at the marquess he swiftly lifted that rogue lock of hair, pointed at his forehead and mouthed: Good aim. She clapped a hand over her mouth. Dear God, he was sporting a bruise! So that's where she'd clocked him with his hat! And this explained the forelock.
If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater suggest that he wear a tail.
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
When an archer shoots for enjoyment, he has all his skill; when he shoots for a brass buckle, he gets nervous; when he shoots for a prize of gold, he begins to see two targets.
The best armor is to keep out of gunshot.
On this Twitter thing, at least five people a day say 'bring back the mullet.' My wife told me I'm not allowed. Troy Tulowitzki wants me to grow a rat-tail for his charity. I was like, 'What the heck is a rat-tail?'
What the hell was she doing on the nonhostage side of a handgun?
The judge sat that animal bareback like an indian and rode with his grip and his rifle perched on the withers and he looked about him with the greatest satisfaction in the world, as if everything had turned out just as he planned and the day could not have been finer.
Basker possesses three kinds of bite: a snap, a nip, and then something like a buzz saw and an angle grinder mounted on a bear trap.
The wild boar is often held by a small dog.
[Lat., A cane non magno saepe tenetur aper.]
And that vest won't help, cuz I'm aimin' at yo scalp
Merlin's "Merlin" outfit.
So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?"
The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman.
"Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy."
Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged.
All you need is a double barrel
One must always name a weapon. You cannot trust that which you cannot call by name.
When a resolute young fellow steps up to the great bully, the world, and takes him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find it comes off in his hand, and that it was only tied on to scare away the timid adventurers.
Stuffed deer heads on walls are bad enough, but it's worse when you see them wearing dark glasses, having streamers around their necks and a hat on their antlers. Because then you know they were enjoying themselves at a party when they were shot.
a chin that could destroy small countries if it fell into the wrong hands.
A Winchester rifle should have a place of honor in every black home,
We call this a "bow", Cap'n, and the thing that's sticking out of that fellow's head over on the other side of the trench is called an "arrow". If you put them together just right, they'll do all sorts of nice things to people who aren't nice.
I am now the site of an unmistakable sag ... With fancy holographic belt buckles do I attempt to restrain my stampeding softness. In vain ... My only virtues, as a physical specimen, are my sideburns, which are like the pelts of rare woodland animals. My sideburns are not to be ignored.
An unprovoked head butt is like bringing a sawed-off shotgun to a knife fight.
It is painful for me to see when criminal elements of all kinds fire from my weapon.
Maybe if I smile the barrel will be pointed at someone else.
All kits get fevers!" Sandpaw retorted. "With his thick fur, he'll recover in no time. That coat's going to be handy in leaf-bare, perfect for hunting in the snow. The prey'll never see him coming, and he'll be able to stay out twice as long as thin-pelts like Longtail!
coltish-looking,
I pretty much figure a collar will do, but as time goes on, I'm hoping I learn how to throw a suit on or something. I've still got some time. I'm not the president of the United States yet.
Did you ever notice you always attack monsters with sticks? You need to start carrying a bazooka in that backpack of yours," Emmet complained.
Spradlin, Michael P.
Cruddy Mouthbreather
The voyage of the Beagle has been by far the most important event in my life and has determined my whole career; yet it depended on so small a circumstance as my uncle offering to drive me 30 miles to Shrewsbury, which few uncles would have done, and on such a trifle as the shape of my nose.
I sighed. "What's a couple of bullets to the chest when compared to a grenade? Bulletproof vests are great things. Every girl should have one."
Blain, RJ (2014-05-11). Inquisitor (Witch & Wolf Book 1) (Kindle Locations 1452-1453). Pen & Page Publishing. Kindle Edition.
So that's a fox?' Firepaw whispered. 'What an ugly muzzle!'
'You can say that again!' agreed Graypaw.
'I was following one of those when we first . . . met,' whispered Firepaw.
'More likely it was following you, you idiot!' hissed Graypaw.
A rifle is elegant. It's an extension of your will. Take aim, squeeze the trigger, make things happen. In the hands of an expert with stillness inside of him, there's nothing more deadly than a good rifle.
Jean Louise, when a man's looking down the double barrel of a shotgun, he picks up the first weapon he can find to defend himself, be it a stone or a stick of stovewood or a citizens' council." "That
Wampa cap securely on his little head. I pat mine. It's still there. All is well.
The tools of their trade were simple, effective things: iron knuckles, saps and the like. But the iconic tool of the scuttler arsenal was a woven leather belt with a heavy iron or brass buckle used to decrease intelligence one wallop at a time.