What pisses me the most that the cocksuckers would sweep you with the muzzle and you'd make a comment about keeping it pointed in the safe direction then they would say some shit like, "It's not loaded."
I don't give a flying fuck if the damn thing is loaded or not. Point that shit at me and I'll be pointing my shit back at you. Actually I had to do that once.
I was taking my nephew out blasting in the boonies and he brought a couple of his "friends" along. I suppose they're not really bad kids but listen to too much of that Fifty Cent hippity hoppity shit, thinking that they're livin' the thug life or some shit like that. One of them was a recalcitrant fuck and he kept sweeping me with the muzzle. After the second time of telling him to mind the goddamn muzzle, I took my rifle slapped in the 30-round mag, chambered that motherfucker and pointed right at his fucking head and yelled, "How do you like that, you dumb fuck?!!" He was a little freaked out and my nephew walked him back to the car telling him that I tend to have flashbacks from my Army days. Even to this day, whenever he sees me, he'd wave but won't come near.
