Saturday, November 17, 2012

Goodbye, Twinkies...

I grew up in a pretty traditional Eastern European household... My mom didn't really let us buy Twinkies, opting, instead to make real cakes and pastries.

Of course, like anything forbidden, I came to crave Twinkies on occasion. It really culminated when I moved out on my own. I'll never forget when she came to my apartment and opened up a cupboard to find a box of Twinkies, shaking her head, before she pilfered one...

What does this have to do with shooting? Nothing, really, I guess...  Maybe if I find some Twinkies, I'll bring 'em to IDPA tomorrow?