Last year I was in my favorite gun shop when a gang banger came in. He wanted to shoot, and bought some targets and ammo. The clerk then asked, "where's your gun?" The punk reached under his jacket and pulled it from his waistband. The clerk went off on him on how that was a crime, kicked him out, got his plate number and called the cops. Turns out the punk was just paroled. The cops staked out the shop for a couple of days and, sure enough, the punk came back again. And went right back to prison.
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