Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun
Warning: This post contains possibly the least intimidating wielding of a 44 Magnum since the 80's classic feature film "Stop or my Mom will Shoot"
A guy I work with, who likes guns to a degree bordering on questionable, took a few of us to a shooting range today.
(Yes, I'm wearing my old touch footy shirt. And I still think we should have called the team "I touch my elf")
The 44 Magnum
has a hell of a kick
The hole I made. Not bad for a first try.
Perhaps most impressive: the cool yellow goggles, and that not a single person present attempted any Dirty Harry impressions.
In other news, a friendly Norwegian med student who was once almost chosen by an african tribal chief to be one his numerous wives/sex-slaves told me (in the interest that I could perhaps close the deal where she fell short) the exact hormone required to promote the growth of boobs in men. Hopefully she can swipe a few cartons of it from the hospital for me, then I think I know what my wedding present to Steve will be!
(I love you the way you are, man, but a little extra up front is never a bad thing)
In other, other news, when booking my Spanish/Austrian jaunt, the girl at the travel agent asked me if I was a student and I said "uuhh, kinda, not really". To my surprise, not only did they give me the student prices, they also mailed me an international student card!!
Sweet. Lots of half-price touristy stuff in Europe, and no more problems like this.
A guy I work with, who likes guns to a degree bordering on questionable, took a few of us to a shooting range today.
(Yes, I'm wearing my old touch footy shirt. And I still think we should have called the team "I touch my elf")
The 44 Magnum
has a hell of a kick
The hole I made. Not bad for a first try.
Perhaps most impressive: the cool yellow goggles, and that not a single person present attempted any Dirty Harry impressions.
In other news, a friendly Norwegian med student who was once almost chosen by an african tribal chief to be one his numerous wives/sex-slaves told me (in the interest that I could perhaps close the deal where she fell short) the exact hormone required to promote the growth of boobs in men. Hopefully she can swipe a few cartons of it from the hospital for me, then I think I know what my wedding present to Steve will be!
(I love you the way you are, man, but a little extra up front is never a bad thing)
In other, other news, when booking my Spanish/Austrian jaunt, the girl at the travel agent asked me if I was a student and I said "uuhh, kinda, not really". To my surprise, not only did they give me the student prices, they also mailed me an international student card!!
Sweet. Lots of half-price touristy stuff in Europe, and no more problems like this.
posted by I-Rock at 4:17 PM
4 Comments:
Good to see you're packing heat.
yes - way cooler than any Golden Girl-Stallone buddy movie.
That sure is a big penis, errr, gun you have there Ian.
It does look pretty bloody awesome though.
Out-cooling a Golden Girl has always been a target of mine. Aim high, I say!
Choc, coming from you, that's really something!
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