Just witnessed an amusing, Self-inflicted gunshot during "defense" against...
A Canadian goose... (insert faceplam of your choice, here).
Stepped outside my office building a moment ago to have a smoke.
This building happens to be in one of the worst parts of town. Lots of "gangsta" wannabes wandering about, etc.
Such as this chap, today.
All the "typical" markers- pants half-off his asss =check. Hat sideways=check=gold teeth and chains everywhere=check. "street-strut" while rapping to himself at the top of his lungs=check.
OG finds himself passing a retention pond across from my building, on the sidewalk.
Said pond, and sidewalk is inhabbited by a bunch of Geese, and their newly-hatched Gosslings.
One of which -Geese, that is- quacks at him, and flaps it's wings at him, as he passes.
O.G. freaks out, (high probability of having soiled his boxers) reaches into the lowered waistband of his pants, and attempts to draw a pistol (not idea what type/caliber from the distance of my vantage point).
During the course of his attempted quick-draw against that deadly Goose, the gun goes off.
BAM!
Next thing you know, O.G. is on the ground bleeding all over the sidewalk, and screaming like a little girl. Im inclined to think he may well have eliminated his chances for producing offspring, but do not know this for certain.
What a freakin' moron. lol.
A Canadian goose... (insert faceplam of your choice, here).
Stepped outside my office building a moment ago to have a smoke.
This building happens to be in one of the worst parts of town. Lots of "gangsta" wannabes wandering about, etc.
Such as this chap, today.
All the "typical" markers- pants half-off his asss =check. Hat sideways=check=gold teeth and chains everywhere=check. "street-strut" while rapping to himself at the top of his lungs=check.
OG finds himself passing a retention pond across from my building, on the sidewalk.
Said pond, and sidewalk is inhabbited by a bunch of Geese, and their newly-hatched Gosslings.
One of which -Geese, that is- quacks at him, and flaps it's wings at him, as he passes.
O.G. freaks out, (high probability of having soiled his boxers) reaches into the lowered waistband of his pants, and attempts to draw a pistol (not idea what type/caliber from the distance of my vantage point).
During the course of his attempted quick-draw against that deadly Goose, the gun goes off.
BAM!
Next thing you know, O.G. is on the ground bleeding all over the sidewalk, and screaming like a little girl. Im inclined to think he may well have eliminated his chances for producing offspring, but do not know this for certain.
What a freakin' moron. lol.
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