Pails of Entrails

Dear Chick-I mean, Chuck,

If I could see you, then YOU WOULD BE IN THE CROSSHAIRS OF A RIFLE SCOPE, and if you're shaking your head, IT WOULD BE OUT OF FEAR. Period.

Only takes seventeen muscles to smile, huh? Well, IT ONLY TAKES FOURTEEN MUSCLES TO DEPRESS THE BUTTERFLY TRIGGER ON A BROWNING .50 CALIBER, BRINGING DOWN THE FIERY HAMMER OF THOR UPON VARIOUS AND SUNDRY BAD GUYS. Observe (as long as you don't pee yourself):



Now that makes me smile. (You'll notice I used the word "smile", like a man, and not a "smiley", like, well, this guy. )

And, Chuckles, as far as your little bit of leftover roast beef from the '80s:



You are judged by the company you keep. 'Nuff said.

-Rambo