A Gun!?

Let me apologize now, this post will probably be less filled with funny and more filled with rage.

The f@#king mongoloid Carl Jr., walked into our design office today with a gun. A honest to goodness hand gun. Apparently, he bought this replica of some early 1900's revolver and wanted to show it to everyone. Carl Jr. shows Stoner and they talk about taking it out back to fire it or maybe the gun range. In the process he and Stoner are taking turns spinning the chamber and practicing their stance like their in some damn western. Stoner even cocks the hammer and asks, "It's not loaded right?" and then dry fires it in my general direction. Not that it would have hit me but it would have hit the wall behind me.

Carl Jr. tells Stoner not to dry fire the weapon because it could damage the weapon.

Then, they both notice that I'm not laughing along and acting like a couple of monkeys with a grapefruit. Carl Jr. says, "I think Designer X is scared".

To which I replied, "Yeah, well, I don't like guns and it's like a bad after school special in here".

Carl Jr. tries to relieve my fears by telling me, "Well, it's not loaded".

My response is, "Yeah, that's exactly what they say in all those specials".

He then tries to tell me why this gun is safe compared to modern day weapons. Which I neither know is true or care. The fact that this retarded gorilla somehow passed any kind of test to own a gun gives me no faith in his knowledge of weapons or the validity of said test. I believe that if you are responsible enough, smart enough, and pass some REAL tests you should be allowed to own a gun.

But the fact that Carl Jr. owns such a weapon tells me that the gun laws in place are not good enough. This half-wit would lose a spelling bee to a fern.

Carl Jr. then comes over to me with the gun and tries to show me how it works.

I tell him, "Look, I don't want to touch it. I don't want it near me. I don't want it in the same f@#king room as me."

Carl Jr. then seems hurt and apologizes for offending me. I tell him that the office in no place for such things. He tries to pass the blame onto Stoner for pulling the trigger. I don't respond. He apologizes again. I don't respond. He finally leaves the room with his new "toy".

un-F#@king-believable.
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