Live from the Burnettiquette Hall of Justice

See what hanging out with family will do to ya? Normally I don't even like throwing water balloons, unless it's at hippies and litterbugs. But somehow this morning I found myself a few miles from Burnettiquette World Headquarters at a gun range, scratching my head and popping off a (very, very legal) small arms arsenal at little paper guys with targets on their chests.

Me and the .38 revolver.


Me, Osama, and the Colt .357. Sorry, that was the extent of our anti-terror budget. But it's better than the slingshot I started with.


Next week, I'm going after Bambi. Just kidding. I don't eat cute animals.