And went over to the local sporting goods store to get a small 9mm to carry around.

 

When I was ready to pay for the gun and bullets, the cashier said "Strip down, facing me. "

 

Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did just as she had instructed.

 

When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided I found out she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card reader!

 

I've been asked to shop elsewhere. They need to make their instructions to people my age a little clearer.

 

I still don't think I looked that bad.

Jealousy, my friend. Some people just can't handle our handles!

Too many details. The naked truth is not always required.

That's funny. And I so going to comment that I was expecting mine to show up any day.

Bahahaha just spit my chicken nuggets across the table. That was a good one.

@LRCW, I didn't know your identity until now. That is exactly something that my uncle would say.

 

Thanks for the laugh!

@LRCW, I didn't know your identity until now. That is exactly something that my uncle would say.

 

Thanks for the laugh!

 

Do I know you or your uncle?

No. Me knowing your identity was a joke--like you are my uncle. You obviously aren't, but with a joke like that, you could be.

 

I don't really know your identity.