I was at this party a while back and this dude I just met wanted to show me the inside of his trunk. He had a "dealer's license" for guns and his trunk was full of all these assault weapons. I got scared when I saw them. That is my position on assault weapons, they make me AFRAID.
Also last night I was able to recall the joy that only Roy Orbison Wrapped In Cling Film can provide.
Welcome to Overcompensating!
