If I'm reading that right, however, all you need to do is pull the t-thing the right way (or catch it on a fold of your fleece jacket and push hard).
As it happens, I don't have a semi-auto handgun, but if I did, I would never carry it with a round in the chamber. If were to find myself in a situation where I didn't have time to rack a round, I would be fucked anyway.
&quot;WELCOME TO NOWHERESVILLE INDIANA Pop. <strike>5115</strike> <strike>5114</strike> 5113 Enjoy your stay, but watch out for stray bullets&quot;
Glocks are easier to fire accidentally, but you&#039;re right, he would have had to really shove it to make it go off. And the fleece must have formed a perfect finger shape and stiffness, one of those hand of god incidents, if you will. I mean I can&#039;t count the number of times my gun has gone off accidentally and put a round through my wall, floor or ceiling. Oh, that&#039;s right, I can&#039;t count cuz the number is ZERO
I only know a little bit about him, but it seems like in his case &quot;Texas Poet Laureate&quot; wasn&#039;t as much an oxymoron as you might think. One of the things about guns (or, to be fair, cars, scuba gear, or wingsuits) is that carelessness can kill you.
<i>wearing a sweatshirt and a fleece jacket. I felt (the gun) go in the holster and I pushed it, but it was tangled in the material which caused it to discharge. The bullet went into my leg and then into the floor.&rdquo;</i>
What the fuck was he wearing? A Lady GaGa LARP costume?
If I&#039;m reading that right, however, all you need to do is pull the t-thing the right way (or catch it on a fold of your fleece jacket and push hard).
As it happens, I don&#039;t have a semi-auto handgun, but if I did, I would never carry it with a round in the chamber. If were to find myself in a situation where I didn&#039;t have time to rack a round, I would be fucked anyway.
Or if there were Skittles in the pocket.
&quot;WELCOME TO NOWHERESVILLE INDIANA Pop. <strike>5115</strike> <strike>5114</strike> 5113 Enjoy your stay, but watch out for stray bullets&quot;
A well-armed rush hour is a <strike> polite </strike> road rageful rush hour.
We have <i>always</i> been at war with our own leg.
You&#039;re taking LaPierre too literally. He meant White Guy with a gun and Colored Guy with a gun. That line is always clear to some people.
Glocks are easier to fire accidentally, but you&#039;re right, he would have had to really shove it to make it go off. And the fleece must have formed a perfect finger shape and stiffness, one of those hand of god incidents, if you will. I mean I can&#039;t count the number of times my gun has gone off accidentally and put a round through my wall, floor or ceiling. Oh, that&#039;s right, I can&#039;t count cuz the number is ZERO
The problem occurs when you brandish things repeatedly in an up and down motion. Just brandish once, and you&#039;ll be in the clear.
I'll take a cop that shoots himself over the regular kind that shoots everyone else.
I only know a little bit about him, but it seems like in his case &quot;Texas Poet Laureate&quot; wasn&#039;t as much an oxymoron as you might think. One of the things about guns (or, to be fair, cars, scuba gear, or wingsuits) is that carelessness can kill you.
If it was a buck, yeah.
Actually, I was trying to figure out how you &quot;brandish&quot; something*, while you are seated, and shoot yourself in the leg.
*Something that isn&#039;t actually attached to you.
Or Mark Twain; &quot;I didn&#039;t attend the funeral, but I sent a letter saying that I approved of it.&quot;
Well done.
That&#039;s the waterworks just downstream from the rusting toxic chemical storage facility, right?
<i>wearing a sweatshirt and a fleece jacket. I felt (the gun) go in the holster and I pushed it, but it was tangled in the material which caused it to discharge. The bullet went into my leg and then into the floor.&rdquo;</i>
What the fuck was he wearing? A Lady GaGa LARP costume?