Right now there’s a girl out there who is going to be mother of my children one day and she’s probably shitfaced off of bottomless mimosas at brunch right now and that’s really special to me.
Sorry, I’d much rather have kids go to school without being shot by a semi-automatic rifle than have your right to sit on your back porch with Cousin Chuckie on a Saturday afternoon and shoot at fucking Budweiser cans.