I know the title has you wondering. I posted yesterday that I had a Peyton story about this gun.
When Peyton was 13 or 14, we went to Tulsa for a shopping trip. One of Peyton’s goals for the day was to talk me into taking him to Hooters, you know, the restaurant with the exquisite cuisine and modestly dressed waitresses. It wasn’t happening.
The grandpa of the people we were with, had a booth set up at the gun show in Tulsa. We dropped the boys off for a couple of hours. It was a reprieve for all of us. When we picked them up, Peyton had purchased this .22 pistol from the grandpa. He gave him a really good deal on it 
Here’s a closer look at the handle.
Do you see that emblem??? It’s an owl. Peyton called this gun his Hooters pistol. Dang kid.
Hope this made you smile. I am.
Thanks for reading : )
5 comments:
Priceless story! I love it!
ha! i can't even think about that right now, girl. but i know the day is coming when my boys will ask about that stupid place.
very cool gun story though. it makes me smile thinking about it too! :)
Oh my gosh...so funny! : )
Ah...I want to say "thats a hoot!" but that would just be too corny!! But it IS a great story:) and, yes, it made me smile!
I'm so glad you stopped by my blog the other day....your comments always make me feel understood!
Hope you are having a good week!
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