I would like a flamethrower. You can’t have a flamethrower. Bullshit. I want a flamethrower. Why? Hunting. What? You hunt your way; I’ll hunt mine. No. You cannot hunt with a flamethrower. It’s not for that. Well, I just want it. I’ll take it to the range. No, you won’t. That’s an awful idea. Very … Continue reading From My Hot, Dead Hands