Suck Hot Flaming Laser Death

Since I REALLY don't want to think about waking up tomorrow to find my country re/electing an entitled clueless dick, here's some cute kid pictures...

from our local laser tag place.

I took the Boy and his pal Vinnie there Sunday and they romped and raged and blasted the birthday kids with photoelectric death.

I played the first game with them and here's the proof that 22 years of military experience makes you better than 18 random suburban dads, soccer moms, and cake-fueled nine-year-olds at wielding faux electronic weaponry;

I am become Death, Destroyer of Birthday Boys.