All right, I've had it. I can take sky rocketing gas prices, and milk prices, and food prices, but bullet prices? No fricking way. I gots to get my shoot on, and these huge ammo price increases totally dag nabbit me something wicked. How am I going to shoot up the old barn out back if I ain't got no bullets to shoot with? Tell me that, hippies. How? The old barn ain't going to shoot itself. I live to shoot up the old barn and Lord knows what I'll do if I can't afford no more bullets to shoot that fucker with. Listen to the public radio? Write poetry? Vote for a black guy for president? Why I just sent shivers up and down my spine at the mere thought of these thoughts.

I NEEDS MY BULLETS.

This post is dedicated to Yosemite Sam.