My guns are gone.
Been gone since 2002. Just like my Dad. He came to this country in 1961. He had rifles. By 1969 they were gone. He took them to his local precinct with the ammunition. They thought he was crazy.
I showed dad my pistol in Doraville. The first thing he did was turn the business end towards his face to look down the barrel. It was fully loaded with hollow points. He could have blown his own head off. I took the Colt away from him in time. I guess he didn't like pistols. He's gone.
I don't like pistols anymore. I like rifles. I'd probably own an AK and/or AR. I don't. I've got daughters.
I'm glad for this format. It reminds me how much I have in common with my dad. He wore female fragance. So did I. He had rifles. I had pistols.
You just got the upvote because of the WTF factor. I don't care if any of your post is true: It is deliciously insane.
"I'd probably own an AK and/or AR. I don't. I've got daughters."
Sorry man, I don't get the point of this piece and the statement you made above. Yeah, I've got a daughter also - and she loves going to the range with me an shooting targets. If you have kids then how are you going to protect them in a TEOTWAWKI situation? Use bad language when the bad guys come?
TEOTWAWKI = ?
Hilarious (smile)