Guns
Everyone talks about how gun crazy the U.S. is, yet at the same time I’m told it’s “dangerous” (always a red flag that something is awesome) to have a gun in the house. So let me get this straight, everyone’s running around with a gun, but I’m suppose to twiddle my gunless thumbs until an ambulance comes to cart away my dead, bullet riddled carcass? No thanks. Well actually, thanks, ’cause apparently I can’t have a gun in the house either. How am I suppose to protect my loved one, be cool, shoot shit, scare cats and neighbors, shoot a hole in my foot or quite matter of factly, be happy?
The picture below is of me shooting a sorry ass .22 in a shooting range in Boise. Dudes came walking out of that range looking like a scene from Predator. No joke. They actually had that whole criss cross of ammo across their chestits in full snow camo. When the guy asked for my I.D. at the counter he asked me if I had come from California to shoot a real gun, as assault weapons are banned out here. How. Fucking. Cool. Would. That. Have. Been?
bullets and bald spots
“Yeah, I just traveled 639 miles to shoot a goddamn gun. Now get me 8,000 rounds of 5mm Sturtevants and a Slim Jim.”
Needless to say, if I was that cool I wouldn’t be blogging about how my old lady won’t let me keep a gun in the house for blasting fools.
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December 9, 2009 at 4:00 am
Take her to the range (Jackson Arms) and let her feel the POWAH of a .45. Bet she’ll want to have one around the house. hahaha!
December 14, 2009 at 1:55 am
I’m not sure how these shooting range deals work. I mean I know you get to shoot at targets and shit, but can you pistol whip dummies? Can you bayonet a mannequin? Do they let you do the always impressive somersault roll to bustin caps move? If not, then I think I’ve got a business proposition for you.