I usually eat breakfast with my AR. You know, gun oil with my bacon. After breakfast I go put a couple rounds into the garbage man because he enjoys it, the resilient bastard. For lunch I give the kid at the drive-thru a couple to the face to say hello, and a couple more to say hi to his mama. He’s going to run out of places to put band aids soon. Dinnertime begins by shooting the TV to turn it on. To mix things up a bit I shoot my wife a few times with a pistol because, you know, safety and all. Murica!