Amanda and Scott went to the firing range to shoot at stuff with guns. Awesome.

This is posted in haste, so just go and observe the pictures. Do it now. Amanda was shooting a Springfield 9mm (probably the gun Homer got that time), and Scott (me.. or, I) was shooting a Glock 22 .40 caliber. And we switched, so in the end, we are both more ghetto than you, as we have both fired glocks.

I should have brought a picture of an ass, so I could have popped a cap into it, but I didn't think of it till now.

There were some kids there, and this annoying fat kid couldn't get his facts straight and kept asking questions that made no sense, like why a 10-round magazine can't hold 17 rounds. Probably his brain was eaten away by candy, so he shouldn't have been firing a gun near me, in my opinion. He thinks cause he plays Counterstrike and can't even remember stuff from the game he's awesome. But he's not, and I digress.

Here are the pictures, which I'd forgotten about when I started rambling.