Well, my one story already has a thread. But I do have another one that's kind of simple and funny.

My brother is a hardcore liberal... he wasn't until he got married (go figure). Anyways, grandpa (rest in peace), dad, and I always go (went) shooting and talked about guns, etc. So they are no stranger to my family. One day John (my brother) is spending the night at my place. It was a long day for me and I was tired, so I "forgot" John was spending the night traveling through to go back home. Middle of the night I wake up and hear some noises in the kitchen. Get out of bed, go to the closet and pull out the 12 ga. I walk into the kitchen and yell, "What the @$#^ you doing mother @#$^?!" at the top of my lungs while racking the slide and leveling the barrel.... John screams like the woman he is and sprays milk everywhere. I realize it's him and apologize profusely... "Not used to having others in the house" I say. This was before I was married.

To this day he rarely talks to me and hates guns.....