Showing posts with label Dick's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dick's. Show all posts
Saturday, October 27, 2012
That's My Girl!
Text from still-in-Baltimore daughter - her preparation for Sandy involved groceries, batteries, and ammo. Yeah, that's my girl for sure. She went to Dick's because Wal-Mart, while cheaper, requires that you fill out form with name, address, etc, to buy ammo in Baltimore and she has 4 letter words to describe that. Text I received describing conversation at Dick's:
Daughter: I need some 12 gauge shells.
Clerk: Hunting?
Daughter: Sure, or impending storm.
Clerk: Here, if you shoot him in the face with these he'll be blind for life and his children will get a good lesson not to be like daddy.
Obviously, not all residents of Maryland are stupid.
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