Today I swung my front door open and placed my Remington 870 shotgun on the front porch. I gave it 6 shells, and noticing that it had no legs, I decided to place it in a wheelchair to help it get around.
Then I left it alone and went about my business. While I was gone, the mailman delivered my mail, the boy across the street mowed my lawn, a girl walked her dog down the street, And quite a few cars stopped at the stop sign in front of my house.
After about 2 hours, I checked on the gun. And it was still sitting there in the wheelchair, right where I left it. It had not rolled itself outside and It had not killed anyone even in spite of the many opportunities that had been presented to it, and strangely enough, it had not even Loaded itself.
Well you can imagine how surprised I was with all the media hype about how dangerous guns are and how they kill people.
So either the media is wrong, and it is the misuse of guns by people or I'm in possession of the laziest Gun in the world.
So now I'm off to check on my spoons, because I hear they make people fat.
hat tip: my friend Dennis
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