A five year old boy and his grandpa are sitting on the front porch together, when gramps pulls a beer out of his cooler. The little boy asks: “Can I have a beer Grandpa?”
Grandpa replies: “Can your pecker touch your ass?”
The little boy answered: “No Grandpa. It’s just a little pecker.”
Gramps says: “Well then, you’re not man enough to have a beer.”
A little later Grandpa lights up a cigar.
The little boy asks: “Can I have a cigar Grandpa?”
Once again, Grandpa asks: “Can your pecker touch your ass?”
Once again the little boy replies, “No, it’s too little.”
Gramps replies, “Then you’re not man enough to have a cigar.”
A little later the little boy comes out of the house with milk and some cookies.
Grandpa asks, “Hey there young feller, can I have a cookie?”
I made a traffic stop on an elderly lady the other day for speeding on U.S. 166 Eastbound at Mile Marker 73 just East of Sedan, KS.
I asked for her driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance. The lady took out the required information and handed it to me.
In with the cards I was somewhat surprised (due to her advanced age) to see she had a conceal carry permit. I looked at her and ask if she had a weapon in her possession at this time.
She responded that she indeed had a .45 automatic in her glove box.
Something—body language, or the way she said it—made me want to ask if she had any other firearms. She did admit to also having a 9mm Glock in her center console. Now I had to ask one more time if that was all. She responded once again that she did have just one more, a .38 special in her purse.