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I live for the CABE
Yup. In the 60s we rode are bikes armed to the teeth with matching six shooters, cardboard bazookas, wood stocked springfields, steel pop guns that looked real and made a ricochet sound and of course my Man From Uncle Thompson in blue, purple and black camo with red plastic night fighter scope. A scope on a Thompson? You'll shoot both your eyes out...
And then there was the Johnny Seven One Man Army and Johnny Eagle Magumba Elelphant Gun. All crushed buried in some San Jose landfill.
And always good death scenes, falling over hedges, off fences, rolling down hills wailing in pain.
And then there was the Johnny Seven One Man Army and Johnny Eagle Magumba Elelphant Gun. All crushed buried in some San Jose landfill.
And always good death scenes, falling over hedges, off fences, rolling down hills wailing in pain.