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So in defiance of this ridiculous claim of victory by Moms demand Action for Gun (non)Sense in America,
let's go into the local Starbucks here in my hometown and order us a coffee, shall we?
Well, here I am at the Starbucks.
Carrying... conceal carrying right there.
Cashier: Alright. That'll be $4.67.
There it is.
Hey guys! Lucky Screwy Stu here.
So, Moms Demand Action for Gun (non)Sense in America is at it again!
Recently they asked for a letter-writing campaign to try and pressure Staples into banning weapons in all their stores.
So, of course, I had to carry into one.
Just a little trolling.
Well, a member of MDA tried a little trolling back. Accused me of having a "narrow butt."
Hey, come on. Seriously? I know I have problems controlling my weight,
but to make fun of the fact that I've lost 40 pounds in the last couple of years...
You know, it's not like I did it on purpose. The weight just comes off, it comes back on. It does whatever it wants!
I don't have that much control over it.
If you're gonna resort to name calling, it's good to know that you're such a civilized person.
So a member of Moms Demand Action for Gun (non)Sense in America has shown his or her true colors
by demanding that I be thrown in prison because I walked into a Starbucks and caused harm to no person or thing.
Glad to know that you're on the side of liberty, Moms Demand Action!
Well, I give you a troll score of 2/10. Because you made me reply.
And here's my reply...
Okay. Here I am at the Starbucks.
I'm about to go in with my Ruger SR40C, tucked away safely in my N8^2 (Nate Squared) customized holster.
Here I go.
Cashier: How're you doing? Stu: Doing great! Cashier: Good! What can we get for you?
Um, I had a hot chocolate here a little while ago, and it had caramel flavoring, and I think it was salted?
Cashier: Okay! Stu: Does that make sense? Okay.
Cashier: What size are we getting for you? Stu: Uh, let's do, uh... venti.
Barista: Venti salted carmel hot chocolate for Stu!
Let's go!
Alright! Screwy Stu here. I'm back from the Starbucks.
I went for the hard stuff. Mmm... hot chocolate.
Mmm! I gotta tell you, it tastes just a little bit better when you add a touch of liberty to it.
I guess the only thing left for me to do now is hide beneath the skirt of the NRA. I'll be waiting for you!
So this is Screwy Stu, reporting from the desolate beauty of liberty in Utah on the Moon.
Stay safe out there guys. Have fun, and I'll see you next time.