I was visiting the Minnepolis/Chicago/Milwaukee when it came up during a drunken July 4th Party that I'd been to a hick bar, driven on the wrong side of the road, ate at various fast food joints, bought a cowboy hat, visited the Mall Of America and ridden western style on a horse. All that was left to do was fire a gun and then I was practically an american!
Apparantly I shot a Ruger P95 DK
