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May 21, 2005

From the Comments - By Adam

Safe? Nothing's safe. The coffee table district's the worst. Folks here will kill you just as soon as look at you.

I try to even out the odds. I keep my ammunition visible so people know not to mess with me. I keep my weapons concealed in the crotch of my baggy pants. I like to keep some secrets.

My Glock, an old Smith and Wesson like the cowboys used to use, three hand grenades and an AK-47 fit snugly against my grossly undersized genitalia.

Just keep your eyes on the coffee tables, folks; You don't want to meet me.

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