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Friday, December 12, 2008
I can't think of a much dumber law...
So, look, if by some miracle the forces of darkness idiocy manage to pass some corny ammo serialization law here in a state where you can get a slip that lets you carry a gun in bars for the rest of your life for about $100, I'm not going to destroy my old ammo, okay?
Not by 2011; not ever. Not gonna happen, at least until I've shot it all up at my own pace. It's mine, I paid for it, and you can't have it.
If your goofy legislation passes you can just pencil my name in on the arrest warrant now, sport.