If you send me another crap data file, I will bussa cap on your database ass. Ho.

Anyway, so a family isn't a family if it doesn't have the token big gay dirty liberal, and naturally there was no letting mine off the hook. And it looks like I'm the one to make an honest family out of us all. Ok, nobody needs to go as far as "dirty." Moderately groomed liberal will do. That, or just gun hating and gay loving.

Well call me moderate/undecided, cuz lookie what I did.

This was strongarming in action. I, in no uncertain terms, refused to hold this fully automatic and quite illegal firearm. And was talked into at least looking through the scope [well I kept calling it viewfinder but whatever, it has crosshairs so I guess some people have to be elitist pricks about it]. It was freakish. They know about "baby steps" so they said I wouldn't have to fire it until next time. 

Every gun in the store cost as much as a remarkable piece of professional camera equipment. I told my dear friend Jacob here, that my camera is my gun. In the world of cameras, mine (D60) is the little .22 I can be seen loading up at the top there. My aunt Jenni's is the military-issue assault weapon I can be seen peeing myself with just below that.

I shot with her camera once, just in the living room, and I got it. I got the same feeling some freaks get when they shoot at, like, a dummy, and it blows the dummy's upper body off. 

Except when I take a picture, a big fat shell doesn't come flinging through the air and smack anyone in the hand and kind of burn it a little. 

It was fun.