Boota
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Your comments were utterly preposterous. Even if I wasn't a lot bigger than you, and I probably am, I'd still laugh in your face. What would you do, you childish maladjusted nitwit, try to get physical with me? I'm a grown man. I'm not rolling around in the street with anyone. Moreover, I have a permit to carry concealed, tough guy. The laws of this great state dictate that were you to attempt to assault me, and I feared for my safety (and for the purposes of what I'd say to the police, I'd be terrified), that I'd be well within my legal rights to put a hole, dead center mass, in your fat ass. And trust me, you'd be immediately aware that a .40 s&w caliber, 135 grain, jacketed hollow-point bullet slammed into your chest at 1325 feet per second (that's 526 foot-pounds for those at keeping score at home.) Then again, perhaps you wouldn't be aware of much of anything.
Thank you for making my point for me. You run your mouth and when called on it you go to the gun. A true pussy move. And that is what I've seen in my experience in dealing with people with guns. They start shit and back it up with a gun. It reiterates my point about a gun being a cowards weapon.
I have friends who carry for personal protection, due to their jobs and for one due to the neighborhood he lives in. Nothing wrong with that. But they don't start name-calling and then go to the gun. Hell, you're probably just like the guy who shot the man in the movie theater. He had the audacity to be a man and stand up for his family, even though they were in the wrong. That would, of course, give you the right to shoot him, right?
Now I'm not going to fight with you over the damn internet. You're the one who brought up the word childish. I'll leave that there. I'm just saying that there are repercussions for things done in real life as opposed to typing on a message board. If we ever meet face to face, and you somehow find the balls to do it without a gun, I'd be happy to settle things physically with you. Until then, go stroke the gun barrell that serves as your manhood, and I'll leave you to your own devices.