As the consensus of opinion amongst the denizens of my flist is that you'd like nothing better than to drink and fire large-caliber weapons with me, and as I have tommorrow off, you're all invited to be at my house at 10:00 am. We will leave from there for the shooting range, fire off massive amounts of ammunition, then repair to the local for great lashings of alcohol. Discussions of literature will naturally commence.
God, I love you guys.
God, I love you guys.