Is That Singing I Hear

I've sailed too close to the shoals by buying that Browning.

Like a Warlock too close to the hills of Aldagmor; I hear the faint muttering...

Glock.

Glock the sirens sing.

I am damned.

Luckily I've committed too much to the STEN project and The Lovely Harvey has balls in the air with the Purple AR Revivification.

Yet, I can see a Glock 17 in the moderately near future.

I've owned one or three before.  The last one became a gift to Aunt Bat when she graduated college.  Dear Gods, has it really been nearly 20 years?