In case you did not get the message, let me ask you,
Where would you carry YOUR 9MM Ruger?
Concealed handgun fanny packs sold at Carter Country, Gander Mountain, although only real men shop there.
Do you have the balls to get a CHL and carry, and take responsibility for your own protection when push comes to shove, and someone crosses the line? Are you willing to take responsibility to intervene against a perp or gang who is putting beat down on someone, or is about to stab them as I have more than once, and been commended by the HPD who arrived to clean up the mess/.
You can trash talk all you want. But you only increase your own infamy by your stupid comments.
Again I ask the MODs to close this thread.
Originally Posted by absolut
OK. Now I get it. I know what a Sissy Bitch is! Let me ask you, when you took "responsibility to intervene against a perp or gang who is putting beat down on someone, or is about to stab them as [you] have more than once", did you exclaim, "You mean men! Stop at once or I'll pull my handgun out of my stylish-but-manly-and-still-oh-so-chic Gander Mountain Concealed Handgun fanny pack and threaten you with it! Oh no! I forgot! It's cammo so you can't see it! Take my word for it; it's VERY nice! Now where did I put that 9mm Ruger? I could have sworn it was under that Tampax box. Heavens to Betsy!" A veritable Batman!
All of this raises the question of why, inasmuch as you have balls as big as the moon and are some sort of armed ninja-like avenger, you didn't just draw down on that fucking punk valet and scare him into coughing up those keys? Or just shoot one to make an example of him so the other valets would give up the keys? Something about your story reeks of inauthenticity. What would the guys down at Carter's Country think if they knew you kept your weapon holstered (er . . . fanny-packed) and went whining to the police?
And, FWIW, I have a CHL; but I do not feel compelled go heavy everywhere I go. After all, I already have a dick. Typically, with that and my TDL (and sometimes a scraping of epithelial cells from inside my cheek), I have no problem establishing that I am, in fact, a man.
And, good buddy, "real men" don't "shop". They go to the store, buy the shit they need, and then leave. In the alternative, they send someone to buy it for them.
Back on topic, I can't believe some of y'all won't valet. Do you refuse to take your clothes to the cleaners because they once lost a shirt? Having said that, it chaps my ass when I am FORCED to valet because the valet has "reserved" all of the otherwise plentiful and convenient parking spaces with those annoying orange rubber cones. If I'm in a good mood, I'll just drive over them and park anyway. Personally, I see that as a much more brazen act of defiance than being a . . . tattle-tale.
Infamy? Really? Cool!
