Last week, I finally shot a firearm. OH THE POWER. I have these small baby-hands, you see, so I wasn't as sharp as I would have liked to have been, but oh well. Not gonna go into details, but a huntin' pal of mine took me to a shooting range with his Glock .40 and .357 magnum. The glock was simple and easy to shoot after I got the hang of it. The magnum was like shooting a fucking cannon. The recoil was absurd.
So anyways, here's Gil:
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Gil tried to shoplift, and we caught him in the act. Gil is now deceased, but is survived by 1,000,000 identical siblings.