I finally got my pistol license! 

Of course they got my address wrong, and after they printed out and gave me another card with the correct info, I looked at it and said, “Dude, I pay $200 and you can’t even laminate this thing?”

A shrug of the shoulders.

Ah well, at least it’s legit.    It also means I can finally roll this outside my place:

Let’s see Fido try to take a dump on my lawn now.    I keed, I keed… sorta.   My first ever firearm is a wee bit smaller, a Beretta 92 which turned out to be the gun I was most comfortable (and accurate) in shooting with.  Oddly enough the very same gun used to belong to Karen’s husband, who I had just daydreamed about being an abusive loser scumbag that I finally one-up by getting his girl after all (see last post.)  Truth is, he’s really a nice, decent guy, which is probably why I hate the bastard so much.  And now I have his Beretta to always remind me of what I could have had.    Ah well, at least now I’ll have something to bitterly cling on to.

Anyone know where I can get some cheap ammo?

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