Damn You, Usps!
My latest issue of SWAT magazine came the other day looking as if it had been fed through the USPS' newest crinkling machine.
Chewed up on the edges, and more spherical than flat. Cover was completely torn off, and half of the pages were detached from the top fold staple.
After a day of sitting under a heavy box, it's readable.
Good article on Pistols of the Colonial Police.
"The gift which I am sending you is called a dog, and is in fact the most precious and valuable possession of mankind" -Theodorus Gaza
Baby Jesus cries when the fat redneck doesn't have military-grade firepower.