This weekend, I got to use a "man line." I've been working out since January. I know, not a long time, but when you haven't worked out for years before that, it's a big step. From all this working out, my arms are beginning to take shape. Nicely. I have guns, people.
This weekend, I stood in front of my mom and said,
"So, mom...have you bought your tickets?"
"Tickets to what?"
"The GUN SHOW!" I said, flexing my right arm.
Oh yea.
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Who needs a man to protect you when you've got your guns??
OMG - Ron has been going on and on about his "guns" lately. I'm going to make him read about yours!
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