A Bob and his 'Saw

Bob's been itching to shoot his M60.

We're almost to Hershey. The only ants we've seen have been the kind squished by a ramming car. It's wierd.

But Bob is ever vigilant. It's almost sad. He knows his ammo won't last long. So he shows remarkable restraint. The restraint that keeps a man's hands off the stripper giving a lap dance.

I don't have the heart to tell them the ants are bullet proof.