So my dear Arfcom i faced my greatest fear and live to tell about it.. My trusted most faithfull friend turned bad. It was a hard split second descision but when death looks you in the eye you have to look back and show no fear....
this is the perpitrator in questions.
it was angry that i was waging a war of attrition with the wife unit to see who could stand a dirty bathroom the longest and it just snapped and came at me.. I had no choice but to grab the weapon that was closest to me and prepare for battle...
I grabbed my new to me Walther P22 and went to buisness.. i bladed at 45 degrees screamed you will not touch my comet and shot one right down its throat with devistating results.
After it was all said and done i was the one left standing.. Cant say as much for the shitter...
You had served me well old friend but it was you or me.. So a quick trip to the home depot and exactly 60 minutes after discharge i have a brand new can..
So you ask.. Delemorte is that really how it went down? Well.... No sir no its not.. I recently purchased said 22LR handgun from a buddy of mine.. I was familarizing my self with said weapon and put it on safe. As i wanted to bring the hammer back down i pulled the trigger and lost the hammer. Luckily i was smart enough that if I was going to undertake that operation that i point it in the safest direction possible and in my house that would be the ceramic shitter... Turns out after further inspection the safety does not function properly.. Me and my buddy are gonna have a talk.Luckily i only paid 150 for it so a repair will not be too bad for the overall purchase price.
And why you ask am i sitting here smiling? Cause when i showed my wife when she got home what i had done her responce was "Damn baby you terminated that toilet with extreme prejudice ".