They tend to be distracting. THX!!!
He says he'll be playing for an hour and a half—at minimum—tonight. Also, Sister won't be open until 9pm.
Thank you, Barron.
Busted. I hang my head in shame.
and that he put up a bunch of posters looking for a girlfriend, and that his poster popped up in Found Magazine—I have the original poster he taped to the Albi front door taped to my office door now.
What a great story.
How can that be?
Paul, I just left you a voicemail and hope to speak with you. I had intended to remove that line, but it made it to press. With your blessing I'd like to print your comment above in our letters section as a correction.
My wife says Gunnar was the one who yelled, "Fuck!" That's our boy.
A few years ago, I took my youngest son and his friend Niles to Calibers in lieu of a traditional birthday party. We tried out a variety of handguns on their zombie targets and it was a lot of fun, though none of us became expert marksmen and actual gunfire is incredibly loud. I also recall that loading ammo into a clip was difficult, and I discovered that the cheaper bullets misfired more frequently. I had previously assumed that misfires were a Hollywood plot device. Not so. You have a decent chance of survival against a pre-teen with a rented gun and cheap ammo.
Around that same time, we would often shoot BB guns in the backyard. A large plastic drink cup from Rudy's makes the best target because hits dramatically chip away its plastic without toppling it. My neighbor threatened to call the police.
My son recently announced that he is old enough to legally pilot a helicopter. I get nervous every time I see one.