One of the first things I was told about guns was that they were not toys. This was repeated over and over again throughout my childhood -- where I had lots of toy guns, by the way -- and throughout the career in the Army. Pointing a gun at someone you do not intend to kill generally ends badly. However, this one is so bad it's actually silly. Barney Fife shoots and kills his wife while practicing his quick draw with a .45. You can't accidentally touch off a round on an automatic, unless you've already done something stupid like cock the weapon and have a round in the chamber. Barney is delayed starting his new career as a sheriff's deputy until they bury the poor wench. Not sure who the Darwin award should go to in this case, but it really should go to someone.
"practicing his draw"
Was he preparing for the fucking OK Corral?
Posted by: Agi | 18 December 2007 at 08:08 PM
I've always found something mildly entertaining in such stories.
God, I wish I didn't have eyebrow lice
Posted by: mark | 19 December 2007 at 11:22 AM