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November 27, 2013


Gerry N.

The Muzzleloading club I belong to has an RSO of the self righteous monk variety. Nothing on Earth pleases him so much as to be able to flay alive the unfortunate who has broken one of His dozens of arcane Pronouncements From On High. So I call the day before our monthly informal shoot to see who the RSO is gonna be. If it's His Most High Righteous Monkship, I demurr until the next month. I participate about 1/2 of the time.

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