I’ve been watching Sons of Guns on the Discovery channel. I immediately noticed that the words “muzzle discipline” and “Red Jacket Firearms” go together like “Miranda Kerr” and “frumpy one-piece bathing suit.” Seeing as Sam Adams had blessed this house with some Winter Lager, my beer ‘bro and I decided to chug whenever someone lasered someone (pointed the muzzle of a gun at human flesh). And sip responsibly when someone almost lasered someone. Frankly, I’m surprised this post is coherent. It is coherent isn’t it? (Funny word coherent.) I was donning beer goggles after the first five minutes of tonight’s episode. Make the jump for four more reasons why I’m having [more] trouble [than usual] focusing my eyes . . .