It’s simple math, really.
Gun>no gun.
Rambo+gun=Four movies of badass shit.
But wife+gun>Rambo+gun.
That’s saying a lot, because I dig the Rambo series.
My wife is an Atheist, I’m a Catholic. She’s pro-choice, I’m not (and I’m NOT going to get into that right now). She thinks Trump is the Devil (well maybe not that, because she’s an Atheist, but you get the idea), I think Trump is just obnoxious.
But we do agree on a few things: one of those things being guns.
Back before I knew how she felt about firearms (or me), we were watching Star Wars Episode I in her apartment one night (turns out there was another thing we agree on: Episode I was NOT George Lucas’s finest hour).
Suddenly she looked up.
“Did you hear that?” She asked.
“Hear what?” I said. (translation: no)
She leapt up, ran over to her dresser and pulled the top drawer open.
And what do you suppose she grabbed out of the drawer?
A GUN!
Then she ran to the front door and put her eye to the peep hole.
My reaction:
A woman who likes guns and watches the Star Wars prequels just to make fun of them? Sign me the fuck up!
She looked over at me like I was an idiot.
“What’s with you?” She asked.
“You have a fucking gun?! That is AWESOOOOOOOOME!” I replied.
We got married the following year 😊
Unfortunately she doesn’t share my enthusiasm for Rambo movies, but I’ll live.
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I’m the wife he’s bragging about 😁❤️
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