Remnants of a double feed on a Ruger 10-22.  Somebody loaned it from a common friend, spilled what I think was some Starbucks concoction on it and just wiped the outside “cleanish.” I got tired of not feeding properly, took it apart and spent an hour cussing the sumbitch who left the mess inside. Imagine the combination of carbon fouling and dried up latte, it was not an easy thing to clean.

I forgot I had that round saved and the Missus found it in the wash. She gave it to me and said something along the lines of “thing are back to normal.”