Feel pretty great about pouring an entire cup of coffee directly into my crotch today at work.
The first scalding sensation was terrific. Followed by a mad scramble to leap up and away from the coffee that continued to run off the tabletop and pour, waterfall like, into my lap. Coffee multiplies itself exponentially once out of its container...
Then there was the grabbing of unwaterproof items out of my pockets so they wouldn't become ruined or dissolve in seeping coffee.
After much mopping and wiping of coffee from my body, the table, chair and floor, I was finally ready to face the public again, looking only as though I'd just peed myself extraordinarily. Plus, as I walked around, coffee continued to squeeze out of seams and things...and would run in small rivulets down my leg--increasing my sensation of losing control of my bladder.
Of course, the liquid cooled quickly and became damp and chilly. I crammed myself all up under the hand dryer in the bathroom--in an effort to dry out the coffee and therefore, my skin. Throughout the day as I worked, wafts of coffee would sort of breeze up from below. I'd hoped that I might get a subtle but continual buzz as my epidermis absorbed the caffeine--but sadly, all I got were strange, bug-eyed looks from all the little kids who saw how I'd soiled myself.
I've been trying, mostly unsuccessfully, to track down a discontinued Taurus rifle: the Upstart. There are other discontinued model 62's out there--but the Upstart is a lovely little 22 caliber plinker that comes with both a youth and adult stock--hand-crafted to each gun & fully interchangeable. The idea behind this concept was that it would be a good starter rifle for a young person to 'grow into'--and as they reached adulthood, or adult size, could swap out the butts.
Great idea. As luck would go, it's now fairly tricky to find in the version I'm partial to. This one:
You'll shoot your eye out!
There is nothing more fun that shooting cans off a fence with a pellet gun in the middle of a lazy afternoon. 22's are like the beefed up version of most kids' "getting into trouble" rifle--back in the day when boys got little cowboy shooters and would disappear for hours in the woods.
Why I like a Carbine over a Rifle:
Cause they're pint sized, like me. A 22 doesn't need a longer barrel to shoot accurately, and it doesn't pack enough of a punch to need a little extra leg room to stretch through either. They don't carry a serious wallop & are light. Carbines appeal to me--rugged, compact, sturdy--small of frame and length. Less frilly, more work-dog. It's made to be unglorious.
I'm just a small squirt of a girl. Carbine's suit me better.
Finally found one online and purchased it. Unfortunately, it arrived damaged--and also missing one of the two stocks. Am hoping the seller can provide me with some options: refund, perhaps replace damaged and missing stock? I'd like to keep the rifle and make it whole again. Here's hoping my seller will be able to work something out.