>This Thursday I’ll be back at the firing range and shooting for another perfect score. Has it really been a year since these photos were taken? I’m so much cooler now, though. I’m going to wear jeans and shoot an uzi. I chickened out last year because I had imbibed a few glasses of wine. I thought it prudent. No one at the range was fazed. The men in blue kept trying to coax me with their hard metal. Obviously they have no idea of my extra misandrist gene or that my paychecks from Jack’s new firm still haven’t cleared.
Jack had better wear a protective vest this year.