Hell, man, I am a crotchety old fart, and I have at least 3 .223's around here somewhere. Let's see, 3 X .223 , , , wait a second while I get my glasses . . . Ok, that woks out to at least .669 which beats .50 so I win.
Get off my damn lawn while you're at it!!!!!!!
It makes more of an impression if you stab the kids ball with a bayonet while you say it.
