Ah Christmas dinner. I time to eat, be merry, and reminisce through childhood memories, like my brother learning how to use a shotgun for a Boy Scout badge. Ya... can't you hear the jingle bells? In any case, apparently my father took Brother Andrew and his friend to the shooting range several times to complete this badge, and they were not very good. After my brother, now 30, complained about how hard it was and his bitterness towards the badge, my dad said:
"Just go out and buy a horse and shoot it and get your OWN badge."
A delight...
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