Simple, they don't want my gun? Then I guess they don't want my money. I have no problem saving money, and will be more than happy to leave with a quickness.
I have never been made, and probably never will be. But, if somehow Blart was to spot my gat and tell me I had to leave, I'd just do so quietly, without argument or further discussion. And I'd do so immediately. Now if Blart were to then try to detain me, to perhaps grab and twist my arm, for example, or put me in a three-stooges kinda headlock or something and maybe gimme a knuckle-noogie on the noggin whilst going "Nyuck Nyuck Nyuck" why then I'd say in a loud and authoritative voice "Unhand me, you Ruffian! Unhand at once, I say!"
Then, I would fall to the floor and writhe, as if in great pain, clutching my arm, leg, neck, nose, groin, whatever and claim that Blart, in his overzealous attempts to stop me from leaving; to prevent me from obeying the law, if you will, has now caused me both grievous physical harm and mental anguish. And that his supervisor and the company for whom they work failed to provide adequate training in handling such situations, resulting in irreparable damages to both my corpus and cranium. I'd even go so far as to call "The Law Offices Of Dan Dailey" or maybe one of the barristers here on OSA would like to take the case on; I know we got us more'n a couple of law dawgs in here. Yep, I'd sue the living crap outta them and then when the Movie Theater was mine, all mine, I'd rename it "The Druryj Moving Pics Parlor, Beer Joint and Laundromat" (after a thorough remodel of course cause I really like the idea of doing laundry in a beer joint for some reason) and I'd heavily advertise here on OSA in the classifieds for all ya'lls bidness, offering a substantial discount to all OSA members who ain't on my Why you Bum List...so the three of you could come watch a show, drink a beer or two, and do your laundry. I might even hire that poor unemployed sap, Blart, in a show of good will, to wash-n-fold your duds and run brewkis.
Now that is a fella who plans ahead on how to handle a sitchiashun!I have never been made, and probably never will be. But, if somehow Blart was to spot my gat and tell me I had to leave, I'd just do so quietly, without argument or further discussion. And I'd do so immediately. Now if Blart were to then try to detain me, to perhaps grab and twist my arm, for example, or put me in a three-stooges kinda headlock or something and maybe gimme a knuckle-noogie on the noggin whilst going "Nyuck Nyuck Nyuck" why then I'd say in a loud and authoritative voice "Unhand me, you Ruffian! Unhand at once, I say!"
Then, I would fall to the floor and writhe, as if in great pain, clutching my arm, leg, neck, nose, groin, whatever and claim that Blart, in his overzealous attempts to stop me from leaving; to prevent me from obeying the law, if you will, has now caused me both grievous physical harm and mental anguish. And that his supervisor and the company for whom they work failed to provide adequate training in handling such situations, resulting in irreparable damages to both my corpus and cranium. I'd even go so far as to call "The Law Offices Of Dan Dailey" or maybe one of the barristers here on OSA would like to take the case on; I know we got us more'n a couple of law dawgs in here. Yep, I'd sue the living crap outta them and then when the Movie Theater was mine, all mine, I'd rename it "The Druryj Moving Pics Parlor, Beer Joint and Laundromat" (after a thorough remodel of course cause I really like the idea of doing laundry in a beer joint for some reason) and I'd heavily advertise here on OSA in the classifieds for all ya'lls bidness, offering a substantial discount to all OSA members who ain't on my Why you Bum List...so the three of you could come watch a show, drink a beer or two, and do your laundry. I might even hire that poor unemployed sap, Blart, in a show of good will, to wash-n-fold your duds and run brewkis.
I have never been made, and probably never will be. But, if somehow Blart was to spot my gat and tell me I had to leave, I'd just do so quietly, without argument or further discussion. And I'd do so immediately. Now if Blart were to then try to detain me, to perhaps grab and twist my arm, for example, or put me in a three-stooges kinda headlock or something and maybe gimme a knuckle-noogie on the noggin whilst going "Nyuck Nyuck Nyuck" why then I'd say in a loud and authoritative voice "Unhand me, you Ruffian! Unhand at once, I say!"
Then, I would fall to the floor and writhe, as if in great pain, clutching my arm, leg, neck, nose, groin, whatever and claim that Blart, in his overzealous attempts to stop me from leaving; to prevent me from obeying the law, if you will, has now caused me both grievous physical harm and mental anguish. And that his supervisor and the company for whom they work failed to provide adequate training in handling such situations, resulting in irreparable damages to both my corpus and cranium. I'd even go so far as to call "The Law Offices Of Dan Dailey" or maybe one of the barristers here on OSA would like to take the case on; I know we got us more'n a couple of law dawgs in here. Yep, I'd sue the living crap outta them and then when the Movie Theater was mine, all mine, I'd rename it "The Druryj Moving Pics Parlor, Beer Joint and Laundromat" (after a thorough remodel of course cause I really like the idea of doing laundry in a beer joint for some reason) and I'd heavily advertise here on OSA in the classifieds for all ya'lls bidness, offering a substantial discount to all OSA members who ain't on my Why you Bum List...so the three of you could come watch a show, drink a beer or two, and do your laundry. I might even hire that poor unemployed sap, Blart, in a show of good will, to wash-n-fold your duds and run brewkis.
I'm with ya bro. Not spending a dime in any theater when I can watch the same movie at home.I don't remember there being movie in a while I was willing to pay the jacked up price to watch.
BUT, would you allow us to carry?
You haven't answered that question with your tirade.
Then you might want to sell hot (or corn) dogs, beer nuts, pickled eggs, etc. so your sales aren't mostly from likker, just in case the laundromat services don't do so well.Well yeah. How else we gonna shoot the joint up if we don't have our guns with us when we get all likkered up?
Good thinking cuz I doubt a bunch of gunslingin drunks care if their laundry is done!Then you might want to sell hot (or corn) dogs, beer nuts, pickled eggs, etc. so your sales aren't mostly from likker, just in case the laundromat services don't do so well.
Or maybe add a gun range...
I'm with ya bro. Not spending a dime in any theater when I can watch the same movie at home.
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