Roadhazzard
Well-Known Member
Some of you, you know who you are, seem to really love your H&K pistols. Now, I like my Sigs and Glocks etc... But when you write about your H&Ks I get the sense of a certain bliss that is missing in my feelings.
The tone of your posts echos a mood akin to that I have when I think about that red headed girl I knew back in college. You know, the one I should have never let get away. Or maybe the reverence of a remembered religious experience. Or, almost, the feeling I get when I watch my only begotten son. Almost.
Please explain.
The tone of your posts echos a mood akin to that I have when I think about that red headed girl I knew back in college. You know, the one I should have never let get away. Or maybe the reverence of a remembered religious experience. Or, almost, the feeling I get when I watch my only begotten son. Almost.
Please explain.