Why I think MY wife is the coolest
Wife: "Either go to the range or ride your motorcycle, just get out of the house so I can clean."
Wife comes home from work on a Friday with a brick of .22's. "I want to shoot this tomorrow."
Me: "Sure, we can go and do some shooting"
Wife: "I don't think you understand, I want to shoot all of it."
Me: "All 500 rds?"
Wife: "yes....my week sucked and I want to shoot the whole thing"
She did, all 500 rds with her Ruger 22/45 and 4 mags. The bonus was, in between outright dumping mags, is she really tightened up her groups and did the best shooting ever with the 22/45....then proceeded to blow thru the brick as fast as she could load the mags.
Wife after watching me dump a mag thru the 1911, reload, and do it again: "That turns me on when you do that."
First time the Wife shoots the AR, after slow fire with a mag, she proceeds to dump 4 30 rounders and then 2 20's. I pick up the mags and she walks up to me...
Wife: "can I do that again?"
Me: "sure, but you have to load the magazines.....you shoot 'em, you load 'em."
Wife: "I will give you a [CENSORED] if you load them up for me."
Sigh....I am so whipped.
Wife: "Do you think you can get another SKS so we don't have to share?"
All this from a woman who was raised in an anti-gun family. All she was ever taught was guns are bad. You touch them, you die. You look at one, you die. you think about one, you die....and so and so on.
I think her mom hates me.