Jmac00
.475 A&M Magnum
A semi-not-true fable:
One dark and gloomy day, Saint Andrew of Fuckyou, wanted a ammo BGC system, Saint Andy decided he would use the Feds NICS system without asking first, he decided the Feds could do the job for him, the Feds said *NO, not a chance*. Saint Andy was bummed.
so Saint Andrew of Fuckery decided he would create his own computerized ammo check system, He tasked his State Commandos of the Round Table to develop a system that was quick and accurate, unfortunately, the cost of developing a computer game all of Saint Andy's minions could use would have to come out of the State Commando's budget. The top Commando said "oh dearest leader of Fuckery, we have no funds to make such a fun game, you could raise taxes, but it would take untold years to develop such a game. Sorry oh Lord of All, I will fall on my sword for you. "I am not worthy"
So Saint Andrew of fuckery relinquished and said "oh damn, this sucks, we can't create a cost effective way to fuck with the law abiding fuckers of my kingdom . "No need to fall on your sword, Minion of the Round table, although this IS all your fault, you incompetent slug"
So it was written, the law would stay on the books, But Saint Andrew of Fuckery did not get his wish, and the law abiding fuckers of Fuckery were spared the burden being scrutinized when buying ammo. But Saint Andrew made sure it would be difficult if not impossible to buy and import ammo from those troublesome 'free states'
So it was written, so it shall be:
The end,
Not really the end: you see, the fuckers of Fuckery are shrewd mother fuckers, and they sneak around in the dark, buying what they need whenever they can get their grubby little hands on such a devastating product. sneaky, sneaky
now its the end
One dark and gloomy day, Saint Andrew of Fuckyou, wanted a ammo BGC system, Saint Andy decided he would use the Feds NICS system without asking first, he decided the Feds could do the job for him, the Feds said *NO, not a chance*. Saint Andy was bummed.
so Saint Andrew of Fuckery decided he would create his own computerized ammo check system, He tasked his State Commandos of the Round Table to develop a system that was quick and accurate, unfortunately, the cost of developing a computer game all of Saint Andy's minions could use would have to come out of the State Commando's budget. The top Commando said "oh dearest leader of Fuckery, we have no funds to make such a fun game, you could raise taxes, but it would take untold years to develop such a game. Sorry oh Lord of All, I will fall on my sword for you. "I am not worthy"
So Saint Andrew of fuckery relinquished and said "oh damn, this sucks, we can't create a cost effective way to fuck with the law abiding fuckers of my kingdom . "No need to fall on your sword, Minion of the Round table, although this IS all your fault, you incompetent slug"
So it was written, the law would stay on the books, But Saint Andrew of Fuckery did not get his wish, and the law abiding fuckers of Fuckery were spared the burden being scrutinized when buying ammo. But Saint Andrew made sure it would be difficult if not impossible to buy and import ammo from those troublesome 'free states'
So it was written, so it shall be:
The end,
Not really the end: you see, the fuckers of Fuckery are shrewd mother fuckers, and they sneak around in the dark, buying what they need whenever they can get their grubby little hands on such a devastating product. sneaky, sneaky
now its the end
