It was raining to day, so I couldn't go to the range. Instead, I read the personal ads and made overtly sarcastic replys via the voicemail system to the unwitting victims leaving the name and number of someone who has pissed me off lately. SICK-yes. TWISTED-yes. PROBABLY GOING TO GO TO HELL FOR IT-maybe, but then I will have something to laugh about when my a** is in a lake of fire and brimstone! If the personals just lack the qualifying victims necessary to make it worthwhile, then it is time to conduct operation FELINE JIHAD. You ask, what in the hell is that. FELINE JIHAD is me, my favorite red rider bb gun out of the safe versus all the cats in the neighborhood dumb enough to cross my line of fire. Animal cruelty-give me a break, they have nine damn lives, they can give one up for a higher cause! And to think I am a member of the PTA. You never really know anybody now do you?