An inedible stew of visual lunacy much of which I concocted with my own three hands.
Just then after little Gregor had completed his final test and was going to receive the Lenin Medal for Junior Marksmanship Against the Symbols of the Decadent West, a bullet fired from beneath frame tore through the paper target and then little Gregor's left hand and arm. " Howda ya like them all natural Washington State Golden Delicious apples, commie kid scum " yelled Captain Capitalism, taking a refreshing gulp of Coca Cola as he finished slitting little Gregor's fathers throat with a Sear's Craftsman knife made in the USA "You won't be beating your balalaika with that hand any more"
I'm almost sure they weren't pointing their gun at the right target.
HA - I know what's with that Russian hat?
Funny Felipe - yeah, he was probably aiming at a squirrel.
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