New tag: "My Life As A Giant."
Recall that I got a beer with a friend last week? She took a picture:
I could have sworn that was a pint glass. (No, it didn't have Miller anything in it.)
Labels: beer, My Life As A Giant, pictures
If you don't draw yours, I won't draw mine. A police officer, working in the small town that he lives in, focusing on family and shooting and coffee, and occasionally putting some people in jail.
Recall that I got a beer with a friend last week? She took a picture:
Labels: beer, My Life As A Giant, pictures
10 Comments:
I'm just going to start calling you "Hands" :-)
Fezzik.
BGM
All hetro males develop a propensity, beginning in puberty, to greatly overestimate object sizes.
Wonder why that is?
I was present when you compared hand size with Farmgirl. It's almost like you're not the same species as mere humans.
I *heart* that picture of you holding a 1911 with your index finger wrapped around the front of the trigger guard.
Bill Jordan would like his hands back now.
Meh. He's not using them.
Oh, for Crying Out Loud, Bearclaw! I hereby call into question any previous mention of firing a Kel-Tec P32 without photographic evidence to confirm.
It's a friggin PINT GLASS! ;)
tweaker
Well, I'm not shooting it in this picture, but you can see that the P3AT in my hand is well-worn, here.
(Huh. Actually, in that picture, the rusty spots and the worn-off bluing just don't show. Strange.)
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