Bitches And Bullets…


I accidentally walked into some kind of weight lifters meeting at Starbucks the other day while wearing a sleeveless top!

One of the females looked at me and my flappy arm and  kind of shook her head.

So in a sign of solidarity I raised my arms and flexed my guns.

She came over and pulled on that flappy little thing on my underarm, which shocked me a little.

HER: “What’s that?”

ME: “It’s where I keep the bullets bitch!”

Pfft….

 

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