Saw an open-carry shitbird at the grocery store today.
Open-carry assholes are a pretty rare sight around here, in the light-pink suburbs of blue Tacoma.
This f’cknozzle ticked all the boxes; three hundred pounds on the hoof, tee shirt and cargo shorts, scraggly, gingery douchebeard, and a practiced scowl that indicated he was not looking for trouble, but likely hoping for it.
He had what looked like a Glock holstered to his hip. He undoubtedly thought it made him look like a latter-day Wyatt Earp. When all it did was make him look like a pathetic loser cosplaying a tough guy.
These festering, ambulatory lumps of defective human protoplasm are a plague on our nation.
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