Yeah, don't piss me off or I won't use my new status as an adult to buy you porn and cigarettes.
I was also thinking, I might buy a gun. I absolutely hate the things, and having one in the house would make me nervous, but just the fact that I have the right to buy one makes me think I might just buy one for the hell of exercising that right. Or at least some kind of super-advanced knife that's like, 15 inches long and serrated on every edge with some sort of aerodynamic shape for throwing.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
