I once came into the house, gasping for air after having mowed our lawn with a push mower. I must have turned a magic age or something, but I went the next day and bought a riding mower. I made myself a promise – I will never be found dead lying behind a push mower. If it’s behind a mower, it will be a riding mower that I’ve suffered a heart attack on and fell off backwards!
The same should apply to this “canceled carry permit” in my billfold. I promise never to be found dead from a crazy’s gun shot, with my Concealed Carry Permit in my wallet and my weapon in the truck or at home!
I intend to get my money’s worth the next five years!
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Watch out crazies…I have no qualms about popping a cap or two (double tap) in your stupid ass!