OK. No laughs please. ROA trio. I need to name them...

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Tallbald

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My loving wife names her car, her sewing machines, her guns. Tomorrow I'll receive ROA number 3 from the Brown Truck. No I'm not a hoarder, but I've developed a liking for Old Army's. I'm actually thinking of an engraved name for each of them on the frame to distinguish one from the other at the range. My wife is encouraging me too.
1. Moe, Larry, Curly.
2. Manny, Moe, Jack.
3. I don't know the Three Muskeeter's names.

Stupid? Maybe. But they are mine, I don't anticipate selling them, and I really don't care, since the modifications I make ruin "collector's value".
Name suggestions? Don
 
Fist of Gawd
Wrath of Gawd
Hammer of Gawd.

There's my dos centavos.
 
my three roa,s, i just call them my girls. all are pre prefix and are grand ladies. eastbank.
 

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Sexy triplets to say the least. "the Girls" though are our rescue Boxers and American Randombreds that live in the house with wife and me. Too much risk of confusion....
 
Tallbald,

Your ROA collection is not complete with three. If you got a fourth, you would have 2 brace of ROA's and you could name them Eenie, Meenie, Miney and Moe. :D
 
If you had 3 steers, I'd recommend Bar, Bee, and Que.

But three ROA's? Sell, Them, and Twomee.

:neener:
 
I like Larry, Moe, and Curly.
I named my Pietta NMAs Smokey and The Bandit. Get it? Smokey, because it's BP and it smokes a lot.
No?
Well, it made sense to me.
I named my Makarov Mack, and one of my .44s Maggie.
My Howdah pistol is Thumper. (load it with 50 grains of fff or ff and a 350 gr round ball and you'll know why).

I refer to all my others as Baby, a la Mike Hammer.
 
Andrew, Dice, and Clay. Un****ing believable.

I know, you can name them, collectively, Trigun.
 
Maybe name them after the Furies. Three goddesses of vengeance: Tisiphone (avenger of murder), Megaera (the jealous) and Alecto (constant anger).
 
Good suggestions all! I guess though that I had better leave room for expanding the group, so Larry, Moe, Curly and....Shemp! UPS tracking site says the new addition is "out for delivery" here in Bowling Green. I'm all a'tingle. And to boot, there's a gun show this weekend. Told my loving wife there would be some irony involved if I found another addition at the show. She said, and I quote, "If there is, you'd better buy it or I'll kick your ..." Said it with love though. Don
 
Depending on your sympathies, as your location is KY ( border state ).
Lee, Jackson, Forest.
Grant, Sherman, Sheridan.
There were actually four Musketeers, BTW- so you'd need a fourth gun.
Porthos, Athos, Aramis, and D'Artagnan.
 
Bad
Badder
Baddest

Beastly
Beastlier
Beastliest

Ornery
Ornerier
Orneriest

Mean
Meaner
Meanest

Okay... I'm getting tired of my own post.
 
Shadrack, Meshack and Abendigo as they take a walk in the fire and come through unscathed.

or Death, Doom, and Destruction

or Thing 1, Thing 2, and Thing 3

Actually I lie my first suggestion best spelling errors or not.

-kBob
 
Afternoon nap (pressure washed the house with my grown son's help, pressure washed 4 vehicles, waxed one, trimmed the shrubs, shopped for, bought and installed a new battery in my daughter's car, and brought in the line-dried wash my loving wife hung out) was pleasantly interrupted by the ding-dong of the doorbell. Jumped up and took delivery of a package from the Brown Truck. No fanfare and I couldn't believe the driver wasn't as excited as was I. A chicken product box. Set it on the kitchen table and stared at it for a bit. Lit a smoke and pondered. Reached for a steak knife from the dishwasher and sliced the tape open, folded back the flaps. Waited for my loving wife to finish in the other room and come into the kitchen. Peeled back the top layer of foam, examining it for who knows what (basically teasing myself and savoring the moment). Reached down into the box and took out the roll wrapped object and handed it to my chosen one. We stared at it a moment then she carefully began unrolling it. Slowly the roll became smaller until that one last layer fell away to reveal, amidst rays of sunshine and the sounds of twittering birds, the object of my desire. A 1978 vintage stainless Old Army. Only a few scuffs. A bright shiny bore that speaks to good care, and deep, pristine chambers with pretty nipple holes that were charmingly winking at me. Yeah it's a good day. Don
 
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