Guns, dogs and turkey

Me, the SO and the rents went to Montana to celebrate Thanksgiving with our family friends Don and Jan Manning. He's a retired gunsmith and she's a retired dog trainer.

So needless to say we got to play with dogs and guns all week. See?


That's a 125-year-old Colt .44 six shooter. And yes, it does make you feel badass.


That's a WWII-era 30 cal. machine gun. I love this place.


Me and my boo.


Here's the turkey. We had two. I had the hugest wings evar!


Brussel sprouts are gross and european but not when you add some good 'ole fashioned American BACON to 'em!


Pourin' water ... I'm young so I got the gopher duties.


And here's my dog eagerly awaiting the next chance to chase something into the river.

I'll post more pics later.

GPYOW: The Thanksgiving edition

My dog woke me up this morning.

Ahhhh cute.

Even our pants are friends ...

How apropo ...

Pretty sure the rest of Pullman agrees.

"Don't fight 'em with fists, fight 'em with rhymes!"

Rap Master Maurice is here for you. This guy will write you a rap for for just $7 then call your friend (or enemy) and personally deliver the message. Here's a video of his rhyming sales pitch. It's awesome!

Shortly after it all burst into flames

Bad TV, I hate thee

This TV show (Two and a half men) makes me wish I could puke blood on command ... Not because I want to puke blood but because I think it would make my point better than regualr 'ole puke.