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Another member of a club where I used to shoot at, was in the reloading business.
He sold quite a lot of his ammo to other members.
Since I did my own reloading, we often had long winded conversations on the subject.
One day, as we were shooting revolvers, his blew up.
The top strap, and some other formally essential revolver parts, went clear through the overhead ceiling.
Fortunately, everything went straight up or out, and neither he or I got hit with anything.
We Got All Shook Up, though.
He sure got something all wrong.
His reloading and business reputation probably suffered some, too.
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Walt Kelly, alias Pogo, sez:
“Don't take life so serious, son, it ain't nohow permanent.”
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