Not just guns but knives. I laid my finger open one night while fixing a sandwich, and drove from the oil rig where I was working to the nearest hospital where I knew the ER would be open to get it sewed up. The hospital just happened to be across the state line. The doctor told me he had to notify the police. "For a kitchen accident?" I asked, to which he replied, "For a knife wound."
When the Sherrif's deputy arrived he sat down and with full Joe Friday sternness asked me "Okay, what happened?"
I told him, as seriously as I could, "The roast beef won."
That is the funniest thing I’ve heard all day! lol!
My son had a similar argument with a carrot about a year ago. Thank G-d we live in Texas. Instead of calling CPS, the doc just stitched him up.