Guys, I am the worst

I know, I know you thought THIS LADY was the worst but really it's me.

My little Kitten

was sick and I didn't even know!

I didn't call

or check on the blog she writes (it's a secret 'cause she's underage)

or email her

during Any of it!

Hmmm, I know I've asked this before but am I allowed to post other peoples' kittens on the internet?


What if they are the cutest little kitten in the world?


Then can I?

What if the kitten can't talk?

Then for sure I can, right?
As soon as she tells me to take them down I will.

Meanwhile, while we wait for Kitten to sue me, WATCH THIS

Magic Land or The Gentleman's Sports Club

So when you hear 'Sportman's Warehouse' do you think of croquet and badminton?

Cause I do.

I think of sportman-ship and that's something Gentlemen have.

You probably don't think of THIS, right?

Cause I wouldn't have.

Anyway, I should have know when this Welcomed me to the store:

Hey what is that anyway?

Oh, a creepy man pointing a gun? Good.

I thought it was something menacing at first.

And what are those guns pointed at?

How bad-ace is this store when they are willing to shoot their own decor?

It's a blurry photo cause its trying to escape for its life.

OK so its not a gentlemanly store but they did have their own Archery department (that's classy right?)



And dancing kittens



And an homage to Prince

There was something very colonial-primitive about a layaway program for pistols

Hmmm, maybe not colonial - our founding fathers were all rich dudes.

Maybe it's more Andrew Jackson


And if anything is going to great me as I leave a store I want it to be this guy.

Guys, you know what kills me about this?

The fact that nothing we are doing is illegal or even questionable. In fact - considering where I was - it might have been weird if I didn't hold a gun in my hand. (More on that magical place tomorrow)

Don't worry - there were no bullets around.

I actually couldn't even release the thingie that makes it shoot.

Yeah, I can speak gun.