started in the morning with pheasants, went to the lodge for roast and champers, but some slag spicked the bubbly with mdma, so on the afternoon pidgeon shoot i was pulling funny faces
agreed, my "accident'' happended before the spiking in the morning, I discharged one barrel, but dropped my left hand and the recoil made the second fire over my shoulder, my mate was flat on his back , white and shaking as the grape shot clipped the beak of his baseball cap
started in the morning with pheasants, went to the lodge for roast and champers, but some slag spicked the bubbly with mdma, so on the afternoon pidgeon shoot i was pulling funny faces