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Originally Posted by Willravel
Customer: "Good morrow, shop keep. Might I trouble you for a Glock this fine day?"
Gun Store Proprietor: "Surly, my good sir! First I must ask for you to sign this form and then return three days hence for the weapon... but alas! My fine lad, you seem a bit portly if I may be so bold. Might I inquire as to your body fat percentage?"
Customer: "You might, shop keep, but for what reason?"
Gun Store Proprietor: "The risk you seem to face isn't from an armed enemy but rather from the deadly foe LDL cholesterol! I fear you shall not find armament from danger here this day. I respectfully suggest you take your currency and find your armament with a dietitian and personal trainer. "
Customer: "Well shit."
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HAhah.. I hope this was to be envisoned between two well-dressed men with Sherlock Holmes-esque pipes and pocket watches. Because I laughed out loud reading it with that mental image. Well played, will.
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