Rusty & I went out to the shooting range this weekend because obviously us claiming we have NO money means we spend about a $100 on admission, ammo, and gas for a few hours of fun.
Looks like I'll be eating cup of noodles for the next two weeks.
I dont know if I've mentioned on here but the last time we went to the range (3 weeks ago) Rusty came back on a gun high & bought himself a Ruger 22/45. It's a really awesome little gun, one I've already claimed as mine.
But now, his taste has moved onto bigger things. Literally.
See...it's a pretty big fucker. To make matters worse he got his hands on one at the range. The dude next to us was going wild & when he saw Rusty standing there drooling over it he offered to let him shoot it. Seriously, I thought we were going to have to pry him away from it.
Of course, the next morning all I heard about how he wanted one. I tried explaining that he had just bought 2 new guns in the last 30 days, but that didnt seem to matter one bit cause dude's got some serious gun envy going on.
"It's like touching another man's penis. I want to touch my own!" -- words that actually came out of the man's mouth.
So, I guess he has penis envy, too...?
Boys are strange.
I suppose it always comes down to size for them. And, considering Rusty's been trying to build his AR15 for the last year and only has this little fella to show for it, I can see why size matters.
|this is only the lower part of the big gun above|
'Cause all us girls know, an inch or two can sometimes make all the difference.