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Breakfast At Egg Platter and Firing Range

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, but bagged a frog.  Shot a gun with Stewart at the Lake Littlejohn range, but that's about it.  So, holding a pistol and having a go at the target was a lot of fun, and I must do it again.    


Drew wearing an Urlacher jersey might be dangerous in this Bucs city.  Someone might cap his ass.


By the looks of it I'm a damn good shot.  I was using a Smith & Wesson 9 mm Tactical.  Nice gun.  Even better shootin', Pilgrim.  Hell, yes, that was my target and it was further than 20 feet away, too, so there.








All in all a fun day, and even started me thinking about acquiring a hand gun perhaps in the future.  That Tactical was a nice gun.  Was that sharpshooting by this writer beginner's luck, or should I sign up with the Army or Marines as a sniper intern?

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