I was at my first gun show with an older friend who knew guns better than I did who I was following around to keep me from making any stupid decisions.
There’s a table with a sign for “Constitutional Carry,” where they don’t think you should need a special license to concealed carry a handgun.
My friend walks up to these two guys at the table, and says “Hey, just so you know, I hope you guys fail.”
The younger of the two kind of bristles, but the older one, a dude with a long white beard, says “Oh, why?”
My friend says “Because I worked in a gun shop for fifteen years, and I helped fill out more concealed carry applications than I can count and…” at this point she gestures around at the huge room behind us, “I wouldn’t trust 95% of the people in this room with any gun at all.”
And the old dude behind the table smiles and nods his head and says “Yeah, that’s a fair point.”
So anyway, that’s the day I bought a Ruger GP-100 in 357 Magnum.
I was at my first gun show with an older friend who knew guns better than I did who I was following around to keep me from making any stupid decisions.
There’s a table with a sign for “Constitutional Carry,” where they don’t think you should need a special license to concealed carry a handgun.
My friend walks up to these two guys at the table, and says “Hey, just so you know, I hope you guys fail.”
The younger of the two kind of bristles, but the older one, a dude with a long white beard, says “Oh, why?”
My friend says “Because I worked in a gun shop for fifteen years, and I helped fill out more concealed carry applications than I can count and…” at this point she gestures around at the huge room behind us, “I wouldn’t trust 95% of the people in this room with any gun at all.”
And the old dude behind the table smiles and nods his head and says “Yeah, that’s a fair point.”
So anyway, that’s the day I bought a Ruger GP-100 in 357 Magnum.
explain joke plz me chronically stupid