Ok y’all I’m officially weirded out with living here in Tucson. This morning The Hotness and I were sitting out on the back porch and he noticed something shiny down to the left of me on the ground. I go to pick it up…it’s a fucking bullet. The Hotness inspected it pretty closely and he thinks it’s from either from a .45 or a .457.
It had been discharged from whatever gun shot it and it impacted right on the edge of our cement patio. I told The Hotness that I would ask the other two people living with us about it then call the non-emergency police and report it later on today.
*sigh*
I’m not liking the fact that if one of us had been sitting out there we’d of been hit. It just goes to remind me that other people are fucking morons and have no respect for firearms or the people around them.
So, how’s your weekend going so far?
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We get stories of freak ricochets and stray bullets every deer hunting season here in North Central Wisconsin. Worse, we get stories of some dumb mf who shoots something not-deerish while thinking he’d found his 30 point buck.
When I moved to MI to live with my ex and his gun collection, I took hunter’s safety class just so I wouldn’t blow my own head off if I ever had to deal with his collection of WWII weapons. I keep wondering why it’s not mandatory education for every student, at least the lecture portion of the course. Just because someone is against guns does not mean that they’ll never have to deal with one.



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