My buddy wants to take me to the gun range tomorrow. I'm not exactly a card-carrying NRA member. But yeah, the gun range. We're gonna go shoot stuff.
I mean, I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns to necessitate an entire rack.
So I'm wondering the percentage of fathers-to-be who go to the gun range and accidentally get shot. I'm guessing it's quite low, but still. I haven't announced to Julie, "We is gonna gun it up tomorrow." She might say no, which would result in an argument followed by me going anyway.
It'll be fine. I'll try not to piss off any of the tobaccy-chewin' possum-eatin' mullet-wearin' McCain supporters. Probably my best bet is to not speak at all.
Hopefully they don't read this blog...where I write every day about how my wife is pregnant and how that makes me feel. Yeah, I think I'm safe there.
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Well the only thing that protects us from government tyranny is the right to bear arms. Learn to shoot I think. Yep.
I'm learning to shoot in preparation for the zombie revolution.
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