I love my gun. She's a beauty. A Colt .38 police special. It's a revolver. It doesn't jam. I bought it about 20 years ago when some low lifes broke into the house next door. I got hollow-point bullets. I'm not messing around. Anyone breaks into my house and, BAM! Lights out muther fucker.
I love my gun. I keep it in the night stand next to my bed. Sometimes I take it out to look at it. I like to look at it. It's dangerous. Cold blue steel. Makes me feel strong. "You think you're tough homey? C'mon, I got something for you."
I love my gun. I like to hold it. Caress it. Oh yeah. Soooo smoooth. So deadly. When I caress it I get an erection....
Gun control? Good luck with that Commie faggots. Ha ha ha ha ha