Well, on second thought, I do have a girlfriend. Her name is Sylvia. She's around 4 feet long/tall. Mostly wood and steel. About eight pounds. She eats 7.62x39. She's got a bayonet, blade shaped. She's got a grenade launcher, too. She holds ten rounds and I have 4 stripper clips for her. My girlfriend is my Yugoslavian SKS, a rifle of Russian origin. Sylvia is going to leave me soon, though. I'm selling her to a fellow who wants it badly enough to pay 300 bucks for it, when I bought it for 180. With the proceeds of that and another rifle I'm selling (a classic 1903 Winchester), I will proceed to buy an AK 47. I am sad to lose Sylvia. We've been together for quite a while. I've killed a lot of targets with her. She's a good rifle. But a 120 dollar profit is just too good to resist. When I get that AK 47, I'm going to wrap my head in bedsheets, fold the stock, scream some gibberish in Arabic, then I'm going to cut loose.