Holy crap.This is what was in the gun closet of the house in Vermont. 38 guns. Approximately. I'd call the guy a collector if they weren't all so moldy. What makes it scarier is the amount of plastic Canadian Club whiskey bottles in the garbage cans.
I just drove a total of 330 miles (after yesterday's 220), so I'm bushed. More details tomorrow, on the house that is not to be ours. Alas.
Yeesh.
Love to all. Even you, Mr. Gun Guy.
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Holy crap is too tame.
Holy shit!
Guns are smelly...
Damn. There are probably bodies buried out back too.
Welcome to America.
I thought Vermont was all cosmopolitan and shit. wow.
The make the deer bigger and badder in Vermont. There is probably a spot light around somewhere so that you can freeze Babbi in his tracks when you come across him on a lonely dirt road in the middle of the night.
You found a body, didn't you? That's why you're not buying the house. Right?
Holy shit, Rich.
HOW many guns again?
WHAT? no house after all that damn driving???
That, was the house of a serial killer.
I, too, would look around for bodies. Those guns are disturbing!
Let me add to the holy shits: HOLY SHIT!
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