Have you ever tried to reason with a child in the middle of a full-blown, red in the face, snot coming out of their nose, gasping for air, crying fit?
Yeah? Well, welcome to the national conversation on gun control.
And also, those in favor to Syrup & Feather the jackass Piers Morgan say Aye!
Aye!
I wouldn’t use syrup.
Molasses?
That too… I know how nasty is to have tar removed from your body. Then again I shouldn’t had done my own roof repairs.
Bullet ants must be in there also. It is poetic.
I’m in so long as it’s fiberglass insulation in lieu of feathers.
Ow…..ow…..ow…..
Aye and again Aye
My mom told me her rabidly anti-gun cousin called the other day and was going on such a tirade about guns she had to hold the phone away from her face lest the F-bombs and GD’s and “OBAMA’S GONNA FINALLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!” melted her ear off.
On the plus side (and anecdotally), my wife reports that her anti-gun friends on Facebook are receiving quite a pasting by those who are not normally gunnies.
And that is the kind of people that we are supposed to know what’s better for us…. Oh hell no!
My phone has a little red button to hang up, and an option to block calls from specific contacts for EXACTLY such an occasion.
I simply don’t pick up for a number I don’t recognize and if someone sincerely pissed me off I go ahead and leave their number and name in the phone….so I Can hit IGNORE when they call.
Shucks, the cell tower/internet went out. Darn.