Me and the little woman just finished spending two wonderful days visiting Mr. Straight White Guy and his bonnie lass, Fiona. First of all, let me just tell you what a wonderful pair those two are. They really went out of their way to make us feel welcome at their beautiful compound, and showed us one hell of a time.

The first night, I met Eric's cousin, who shall remain nameless, namely because he was short-drinking us, remaining sober while the rest of us drunk ourselves into a good-natured stupor. The boys barbecued some good-looking ribs, and we spent about seven hours shooting pool in the garage, drinking beer, talking trash, and, for my team at least, beating Eric and Anna like rented mules.

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This morning, Mr. Guy cooked us up a killer breakfast of biscuiits, bacon, and eggs, providing the groundwork for our foray into the world of newly-legal assault rifles. You'll notice in the first picture below, that Anna, who's never shot a weapon before in her life, just took out the three colored ballons that were attached to the post. In three shots, I might add. I needed about 15 rounds before bagging my third balloon, so, yes, I'm humiliated as both a man and an American, thank you.

Now, let's see some action! Here are some movies; just click to play, though you may need the free Quicktime software to view them.

Eric, running the table. Almost.

Brad with the manly, manly break.

Anna with the shot!

Rube talkin' trash

Three shots, three balloons. Nice shootin', Tex!

There's something about european girls with assault weapons that is just irresistible. Here's Fiona on the AR 15:

Of course, the shot-to-kill ratio would've suffered had it not been for Eric's coolness.

Remember kids, handle your firearms responsibly! Although guys, between you and me, there are few things on the planet that can make chicks pull mugs like these:

Those are gun-faces if I've ever seen one. All in all, we had ourselves a wonderful time. You can read Eric's version of it here.

We've invited Eric and Fiona over to visit us in Germany. Hopefully, they'll show up and we can take them snowboarding. Or just sit around and drink beers as big as tree trunks, either way, I'm easy.

Hi, my name is Ken. Rube has foolishly given me permission, as well as a corresponding password, to contribute to this blog from the heart of old Europe. As I live in the U.S., it will make for some interesting perspective.