“Watch me hit that sign, McLovin!”
>>Watch me hit that sign, McLovin!
I had a college shootin’ buddy (late 1960s) whose next door neighbor was a retired FBI agent. The old geezer could shoot amazingly well. Once we asked him why - was it his FBI training? “Well, sorta ...” was the reply. Seems that when J. Ed’s boys were out driving in the Gumm’nt’s cars, they often engaged in target practice: “OK, Bud, you hit the 4 on that there Dr. Pepper sign.” Ah, for the good old days. Sigh.