Sugar Britches

I have a confession: Despite being a born-and-raised, country fried southern belle– up until recently, I had never wielded a firearm before. Call the police, I need my Redneck Woman card revoked.

Like any red-blooded American girl, I feel that I must undertake moderate preparation for the impending zombie outbreak, wherein accurate shooting is a necessary survival skill. One of my dearest friends decided he would take it upon himself to teach me how to properly exercise my Second Amendment rights. Southern gentlemen sure do know the way to a gal’s heart. I love the smell of gunpowder in the evening!

It was my first trip to a firing range, and I really loved how hassle-free it was; all we needed to do in order to rent a pistol was sign a waiver. Yes, the state of Georgia is indeed awesome.

Not only was it a fun and exhilarating experience, I think I did rather well; with a bit more practice, I might survive the apocalypse after all. Now I know I can at least shoot a zombie in the head. (”And knowing is half the battle!”)

I also very much enjoyed stumbling upon this photo:

Martin, GA

Because after we were done at the firing range, my friend and I went to a gay bar, where we danced the night away to Madonna remixes with a bunch of fabulous, shirtless men. God bless the USA!