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Had my Walther PDP at the Walther hospital -- Fed Ups delivered it -- left it on the front porch, no doorbell ring, no signature, no way I'm calling Fed Ups to complain as I have it now.

More than one on this forum I guarantee.

Enjoyed his work -- he was a bit of a potty-mouth.

Yep -- central Alabama fixin' to get ugly as well

Looks like most of Aunt Beula didn't fit inside of that suit.

Like my Girsan MC1911SC

Happy Birthday -- I'm not that far behind you.

Neighbor brought me chicken salad on a croissant and Fritos -- (it's what his wife wanted).

Or pepper spray

Reminds me of the song "three times a lady".

Started eating a Cajun turkey breast samich and Utz tater chips when Fed Ups deliver my PDP from the Walther hospital. Got to get this box open.

A blind man is describing his favorite sport, parachuting. When asked how he is able to parachute, he said just about everything is done for him. "I am placed in the door with my guide dog and told when to jump. My hand is placed on my release ring for me and out I go with the dog." "But how...

Just waiting on Fed Ups to deliver my Walther PDP from repair.

That's how I get my "daily steps in."

If I had one bad thing to say about the SA-35 I own, it's the recoil spring reinstallation after cleaning. Pain it the shorts for old, tired fingers.

I got rid of V -- went with Spectrum, first year is free, then less per month than V.