He really pulled a boner that time!

Then he continued his rant in his vehicle when he left but unfortunately pocket called me.

I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But, being as this is a .44 magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

Notwithstanding the hecticity of the murky atmosphere, in which there was not a quiver from the U. S. flag that ornaments the grounds in lieu of a pennant.