HNT: Sir! Yes Sir!

Sir! Yes Sir!

There's something about that military style, guns and ammo, all that shit -- it works me. I grew up in the mid-west, where one of the milestone birthday presents is a BB gun. Needless to say, even a squealing Nelly like myself can get behind the power of a gun. I had an air pellet handgun as a kid as well, which took BBs and these things called pellets that basically look like tiny little old timey metal cups. Unlike BBs, they're not solid but hollowed out in the middle -- collapsing upon itself at impact and usually sticking to the target {BBs can break the surface of the skin and lodge there}. Anyways, I can't believe I never put an eye out. We used to shoot the shit out of each other with those things. Yes, I also wanted a Barbie, but I probably would have just used her for target practice.

The camo hat was $5 at 7/11, where I stopped for a jug of low fat chocolate milk after my workout today. It got me thinking about all of the above. When I was a kid, I would have HAD to wear this hat while playing war games, because I actually believed that camouflage had the power to make you blend into your surroundings. I also thought every time you heard a song on the radio, the band was actually singing it. I was very literal.

After all is said and done, you can't really even see the hat anyway, so fuckets. HAPPY HNT!!!




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