Tuesday, December 14, 2010

This week's Pistol progress

Slow fire. So I'm working specifically on trigger control. I honestly think it's helping. The first 10 shots on this target landed 8 in the black and only 2 in the 4-6 rings. As you can see, that's when fatigue seems to set in. Still a tighter pattern than last week and NO fliers outside the rings. It's progress. OK, so I suspect the new RedDot scope probably helped a little too. 

Rapid fire, interesting how many double shots in there. Timed fire

Saturday, December 04, 2010

Getting ready for the Holidays..

He laid her on the table.
So white clean and bare.
His forehead wet with beads of sweat.
He rubbed her here and there.
He touched her neck.
Then felt her breast.
Then drooling, felt her thigh.
The slit was wet and all was set.
He gave a joyous cry.
The hole was wide.......
He looked inside.
All was dark and murky.
He rubbed his hands.
And stretched his arms.......
And then he stuffed the turkey.
May I be the first to wish your dirty little mind a merry Christmas.

Barbie's Letter to Santa

Listen you fat little troll,
I've been helping you out every year, playing at being the perfect Christmas present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one too many tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT'S DEFINITELY PAYBACK TIME! There had better be some changes around here by next Christmas, or I'm gonna call for a nationwide meltdown and trust me, you won't wanna be around to smell it. So, here's my holiday wish list:
1. A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized sweat shirt. I'm sick of looking like a hooker. How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get? Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and Velcro crawling up your butt?
2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off.
Preferably white. What bonehead at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks like cellulite!
3. A REAL man...maybe G.I. Joe.
Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me Elmo over that wimped-out excuse for a boyfriend Ken. And what's with that earring anyway? If I'm gonna have to suffer with him, at least make him and me anatomically correct.
4. Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct. 
5. Breast reduction surgery. I don't care whose arm you have to twist, just get it done.
6. A jogging bra. To wear until I get the surgery.
7. A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don't cut it. How about a systems analyst? Or better yet, an advertising account exec.
8. A new, more 90's persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie", complete with a miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips "Animal Rights Barbie", with my very own paint gun, outfitted with a fake fur coat and handcuffs or "Stop Smoking Barbie", sporting a removable Nicotrol patch and equipped with several packs of gum.
9. No more McDonald's endorsements.
The grease is wrecking my vinyl.
10. Mattel stock options. It's been 37 years. I think I deserve it.
Ok, Santa, that's it.
Considering my valuable contribution to society, I don't think these requests are out of line. If you disagree, then you can find yourself a new bimbo doll for next Christmas.
It's that simple.
Yours truly, Barbie