If I were the last woman on the planet save a bunch of jive talkin mutants I definitely wouldn't spend my days watching Woodstock for the 638th time. Pharmacies, candy stores, sex shops, and the Cartier boutique would be more my speed. Watching old Charlton Heston handle that shotgun was clear indication of his NRA days to come, they'd have to pry him from my cold dead fingers.
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