Today’s shaping out to be a pretty good day. I left work a tad earlier than normal and saw the sunshine for the first time in about a million years. I ate pizza for lunch (’twas amazing. Has there ever been a culinary masterpiece to rival a good pizza? I think not). Not to mention I got to try holding an assault rifle for the first time.
It was a lot bigger than I thought it would be. I guess when you’re used to seeing huge steroid-wracked men run around jungles carrying rifles they can look a tad smaller than they do in real life. The rifle was also surprisingly heavy. It wasn’t even loaded but my arms felt tired after holding it for just a few moments. I can’t even imagine what it would feel like when it’s full of bullets.
I’m very lucky in that I’m not clueless around guns and, as such, don’t really feel scared around them at all (Notable exceptions being when the guns are pointed at me, in which case I’m as scared as any other sap). My Dad made sure my brother and I were gun-literate so as to ensure we wouldn’t have any ignorance-related accidents with said guns.
The only problem is that now I really want to go to a shooting range. Not to shoot with a rifle, mind you, because I reckon a rifle would plumb dislocate my girly little shoulder, but with a handgun. Something small caliber would suit me just fine.
Would you like photographic proof? Allow me to indulge you:
Now, a picture this incriminating just begs for a good caption. In the spirit of Friday, I would like to invite all of you (Yes, even those of you who never think you’re as clever as you really are. Actually, especially you) to volunteer captions for this photo. I’ll kick things off and then I would love to spend my weekend reading your ideas. Don’t leave me hanging!
Here’s my caption: Just another Libertarian running around with a gun.
Ok, muchachos: Your turn!