HER: Baby, Do you know how much I love you?
HER: Hmmmm, What do you want now?
HIM: Why would you say that?
HER: Because I know men. They only say things like that when they want something.
HIM: I do, but I still love you anyways.
HER: So, What do you want?
HIM: I want them!
HER: You what? Are you out of your skull?
HIM: Baby, It hurts so bad! I want to play with them.
HER: Wait one minute Mister. We donít know each other that long.
HIM: But I thought you loved me!
HER: But I donít know if I am ready for that. It is a big step in our relationship.
HIM: Well, I am ready to commit if you are.
HER: Sure, sure. You guys will say anything to get a little taste but not from me!
HIM: Oh Baby please! I want it so bad it hurts!
HER: You will just have to wait.
HIM: Oh címon! You keep strutting them in front of my face, caress them, oil them till they glisten, keep them nice and tight. What do you expect? A guy can only resist so much.
HER: If you are hurting that bad, you can play with your own.
HIM: It is not the same. Yours are so beautiful, perfect lines, works of art. At least let me touch them.
HER: No! Keep your hands away.
HER: I said no!
HIM: Pleaseeeeeeeeee! Iíll do whatever you want.
HER: You will?
HER: You will come with me to my parentsí house for Thanksgiving?
HIM: Yes, and I will be a model guy.
HER: And promise to take care of the yard without me having to remind you every day?
HER: And clean after yourself? Hug me and talk to me even during football season?
HIM: Yes! YES!
HER: OK, OK. I will let you play with my machine guns. But you will buy your own ammo and load the mags! I am not your maid!
(Dedicated with all my love to Female Shooters everywhere)