Breakfast at the Egg Platter then off to a shooting range. But first... Miss Norah wanted to show off her new outfit just for football Sundays (or at least when the B**** play the Packers. This mural style artwork was plastered all over the wall at Egg Platter. Liked the food, but maybe this picture is a little in poor taste, particularly after the Sparbo Egg factory scandal revealed in late November. Seeing the factory worker swinging a chicken by a rope as he is walking down the hallway makes this poster less fantasy/fun and more reality/disgusting. Brendan, Drew and I went to a firing range in St. Pete and had a good time except for the sanctimonious, big-toenail-nibbling retired Officer Dumbshit who checked us in. I haven't spent a lot of time around guns. Never went hunting growing up in Seaton, and, frankly didn't know any hunters. Went pheasant hunting back in college with a friend but shot at the wrong type of pheasant, ...
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