Serious shooting at about 2:30.
And a story:
A few weeks ago, I broached the idea of owning a gun to my wife, who responded by telling me a story from her first marriage. Her sister was lying down on one couch, her head in her husband’s lap. My wife and her first husband, a Vietnam vet and a fellow that could fix about anything, were sitting on a second couch, which was perpendicular to the first, and he was fiddling with some sort of rifle, which was pointed at a spot on the floor near the first couch.
Still fiddling, he asked for a beer. She stood up and just after she walked by him the rifle discharged – into the floor. Her sister was so upset she left right away, and my wife made a new rule that there would be no guns in the house.
