My best friend often regales me with stories of his intellectually challenged, socially inept young intern/co-worker. We'll just call this poor fellow Bill in order to protect the ignorant here. Bill has done such memorable things as projectile vomiting on the waitress at the bar after having laughed off the warnings by others to slow down his alcohol consumption. I'll spare you the numerous other examples that spring to mind as I write this entry.
So it seems Bill owns some sort of undisciplined, out-of-control rottweiller mix. Well, yesterday wonderdog gets ahold of Bill's loaded Glock 36 during the night & just eviscerates the thing. Bill awakens to find the magazine removed, the lower chewed to tatters & the 45 caliber round still in the chamber.
Ya know, most of us feel some folks shouldn't be allowed to own guns. But it seems some shouldn't even be allowed to own pets.
So it seems Bill owns some sort of undisciplined, out-of-control rottweiller mix. Well, yesterday wonderdog gets ahold of Bill's loaded Glock 36 during the night & just eviscerates the thing. Bill awakens to find the magazine removed, the lower chewed to tatters & the 45 caliber round still in the chamber.
Ya know, most of us feel some folks shouldn't be allowed to own guns. But it seems some shouldn't even be allowed to own pets.
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