That is a ROTFLMAO His lady packs, and I don't mean BB guns.
Oh, yes - I know. They’re really well-armed.
Pistols, a military rifle with bayonet, shotgun loaded with Flechette rounds, chlorine gas and anti-freeze meatballs.
That’s why he breaks a sweat whenever he walks his yorkie.
“That is a ROTFLMAO His lady packs, and I don’t mean BB guns.”
What’s really telling is that he makes such a big deal out of *that* piddly little “brag”.
No woman within 30 miles of me *doesn’t* have a gun and know how to use it.
My tiny little gramma was a crack shot and she was barely big enough to hold up the rifle she used on the “catamounts” who raided her chickens.
[huh...must be another genetic feature she blessed me with]
Then again, we’re self-sufficient mountain women who don’t piss ourselves when we see a “scary dog”.