
Um, I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that the target was actually a white, unmarked canvas that, truthfully, was kinda hard to miss. And, well, the barrel wasn't really smoking but I blew on it anyway because I thought it would make for a bitchin' pose. In retrospect, it looks like I'm gearing up to perform fellatio on the gun. But that too has its own merits.
Photo credit: The Masseuse