There’s specific kind of BO at gun shows
That old white guy that runs a puppy mill on the side, has a random flea scootin through his beard as he’s explaining the patina on a shotgun. Has overalls on, house slippers, smells like sour milk and something that resembles cottage cheese is lapping out from under one armpit.
There’s the quote of the year.
Glad I haven’t had breakfast yet, would have seen it again.
