During the course of conversation, he knows I own several pistols.
Johnny comes over yesterday evening to help my daughter with a physics project. She has to build a contraption that will propel a golf ball at a certain speed over a certain distance (bla bla bla bla). So the three of us head out the garage to brain storm the project and he notices my used practice targets from the range. I hang them inside on the garage door.
He saw all the 'shot up' targets, looked at my daughter, then managed a glancing look my way. Without missing a beat, I told him "I maimed the last boyfriend, so I go the range weekly so I will get a kill on the next one"
His eyes where as big as saucers.

Classic moment I will never forget.......