Case in point:
A couple of months ago, I was at a local gunstore buying some ammo. As I opened the door, I started hearing faint whispers. I looked around, trying to figure out where they were coming from, but I couldn't quite figure it out.
As I continued towards the counter, the whispers became more audible. "What's going on," I think to myself. I am the only person here, 'cept for the clerk, of course. What is going on indeed.
I am now somewhat scared at this point. I ask the clerk, "Did you hear that?" He says he doesn't hear a thing.
"Hey, down here," says the voice. I look into the pistol counter, and lo and behold, I see a nickel pistol in .40. I turn around to see if the clerk is watching, but he is straightening up some ammo boxes several yards away.
"What do you want," I inquire to the pistol. The pistol tells me this horror story about abuse from the clerk, ie not being able to come out a play. He continues his story for a few minutes, and then finally MAKES me call the clerk over to let him out.
The clerk hands the pistol over to me, and says, "This is a great CCW!" I agree, but tell him I am only interested in purchasing some ammo. He then offers me a really great price. But I'm only here for ammo.
The pistol then forces me to rack the slide (to check the chamber of course) and then to pull the trigger. "Sweet," says I, maybe I'm not just here for ammo afterall! "My wife won't let me take you home," I say to the pistol.
"She will understand," says my new nickel friend. After thinking it over for a few minutes, I call the clerk back over and ring it up.
Funny thing is, the pistol hasn't said a word to me since.
Now, I'm not mentioning any names, coughKahrcough, but heed my warning. You too could become a victim to a pistol such as this, and be forced to endure a night or two on the couch as punishment. :banghead:
What is it about certain firearms that just force us to take them home? I don't know, but this has happened to me more than once. Rifles, shotguns, and pistols!
BEWARE the talking firearms!
Stinger
ps, My wife didn't believe this story either, hence being banished to the couch. But all is well that ends well. Did I really hear a voice? Well, I aint saying I did, and I aint saying I didn't, but my safe has one more resident and a happy owner, indeed.
A couple of months ago, I was at a local gunstore buying some ammo. As I opened the door, I started hearing faint whispers. I looked around, trying to figure out where they were coming from, but I couldn't quite figure it out.
As I continued towards the counter, the whispers became more audible. "What's going on," I think to myself. I am the only person here, 'cept for the clerk, of course. What is going on indeed.
I am now somewhat scared at this point. I ask the clerk, "Did you hear that?" He says he doesn't hear a thing.
"Hey, down here," says the voice. I look into the pistol counter, and lo and behold, I see a nickel pistol in .40. I turn around to see if the clerk is watching, but he is straightening up some ammo boxes several yards away.
"What do you want," I inquire to the pistol. The pistol tells me this horror story about abuse from the clerk, ie not being able to come out a play. He continues his story for a few minutes, and then finally MAKES me call the clerk over to let him out.
The clerk hands the pistol over to me, and says, "This is a great CCW!" I agree, but tell him I am only interested in purchasing some ammo. He then offers me a really great price. But I'm only here for ammo.
The pistol then forces me to rack the slide (to check the chamber of course) and then to pull the trigger. "Sweet," says I, maybe I'm not just here for ammo afterall! "My wife won't let me take you home," I say to the pistol.
"She will understand," says my new nickel friend. After thinking it over for a few minutes, I call the clerk back over and ring it up.
Funny thing is, the pistol hasn't said a word to me since.
Now, I'm not mentioning any names, coughKahrcough, but heed my warning. You too could become a victim to a pistol such as this, and be forced to endure a night or two on the couch as punishment. :banghead:
What is it about certain firearms that just force us to take them home? I don't know, but this has happened to me more than once. Rifles, shotguns, and pistols!
BEWARE the talking firearms!
Stinger
ps, My wife didn't believe this story either, hence being banished to the couch. But all is well that ends well. Did I really hear a voice? Well, I aint saying I did, and I aint saying I didn't, but my safe has one more resident and a happy owner, indeed.
Must....... resist....... kahr....... mind....... control........ shiny....... object....... 
