The old thug then raised his cane - which was wrapped with barbed wire and had long nails driven through it - in a menacing manner and told me to get the hell out of there post haste. ![]() The leader nodded to one of the younger fellows who appeared to be in his seventies. ![]() I explained that I was new and had not had a chance to memorize all 32,618 pages of rules form the club charter but they weren't having any of it. One of them - the leader I presumed due to his gold plated walker - immediately accused me of breaking club rule #564 "Drawing a fictitious firearm too quickly from a fictitious holster". I wasn't there more than ten seconds when I was accosted by six geriatric types, with bad attitudes. ![]() I went there to practice air draws from my invisible holster.
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