This emoticon expresses how I feel every time the mailman passes me by without coughing up a FAMAE.
Yep, won't be long now,,,.
I was just called by my family to get a parcel at the front door.
An ex wine box, 12x12x9 with shipping labels from Tactical Imports.
I tried my best to appear calm and not give my family the impression that this is the reason why they will be eating macaroni and cheese for the next six months.
My heart raced as I slowly walked out of the room trying hard not to pee on the floor like a over-excited puppy.
On opening, there was the receipt for one SAF, one fixed stock, six spare magazines, two hundred dollars in US currency, one pack of chewing gum, two pairs of nylon stockings,,,.
Sorry, I was slipping into Slim Pickens there for a minute.
Under that, two nice shiny catalogues for all the tempting stuff Tactical imports brings in. Nice production, no one thinks of the glossy, quality brochures any more.
Large chunks of styrofoam removed.
Plastic bag of eight mags altogether linked by those over engineered swiss mag clip buttons. OOOOOOHHHHHHH.
Plastic bag of fixed stock, AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.
Tiny bag of sling and cleaning bits.
Finally a little tiny bag only sixteen inches long with a shiny new SAF all folded up.
At this point I am in my basement dancing on the table while I type this with my toes.
Thank You Tactical Imports.
Darned well worth the wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll tell my postman that the reason I don't swear anymore is because my Terrets is under control again.
WTF no pics???????????
Proud union member of local 113
"Sleep in bliss Pops"!!!!!!
This tiny little SAF being held in front of this fat mall ninja.
There is just not sufficient mind bleach for that.
I mght as well post a picture of Sean Connery as Zardoz.