Over the weekend, some friends invited us over to their house for shooting and pizza.
Shooting + Pizza = happy men
And even though the girl and I are princesses, we must keep up the disguise.
If we didn’t, there would be all this paparazzi and reporters following our every move, and I just couldn’t live like that.
PS. See the chips? See how far there face is away from the scope? See me? You should see my nose all bruised up from the recoil. Someone should have warned me.