Guns are Not Really a Laughing Matter
by Steve West on March 2, 2013
Recent conversation with Brenda.
Brenda: What would be the hardest thing for you to give up for Lent?
Me: Shooting guns.
Brenda: But you don't shoot.
Me: But I have the most realistic dreams. I rescue POW's like Stallone, I kill evil dictators with a sniper shot from a mile away like Jack Reacher, I perform quick draws and shoot the bad guy like Saturday westerns...
Brenda: You more likely kill a dozen people from the Texas Tower.
Me: Just as well I don't actually own a real gun.
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