Then they'd just be a bunch of drunks shooting their AKs off in the air. While I admit that guns and alcohol go together like peanut butter and jelly, I don't want these bastards having that much fun. ;P
Good point. One of my best recent memories from one of our Irish Catholic weddings was an equally booze softened lovely young gal who also worked for the NRA. The prospect of firing off a few rounds together, in both senses, was quite attractive, but, alas...