Strangely enough, this sign isn’t in Texas. Perhaps not so strange, it is in the lot out in front of the Mythbusters building.
Image source: [grantimahara via twitpic]
Last Call- Please Check Your WMDs at the Door Edition
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I think I need one of those.
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That would be M5 Industries, Jamie's company. That's where they build the MythBusters stuff. Cool picture from Grant Imahara.
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It doesn't say you HAVE to unload the weapon. Just if you choose to, don't do it here.
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Heh, heh. Load.
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If you happen to arrive with a full magazine or cylinder, do nothing. Just leave it alone, go inside, and build a crash test dummy out of pork and that jelly stuff.
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I'm cool. I prefer my weapons loaded.
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I have no idea what the rules are now (apparently there are none) in AZ, but you used to have to "check" your gun before entering a Bar. The law was you had to immediately upon entering the Bar announce your intent to "check" your firearm, unload it and show the empty breech to the bartender, who would then put the ammo in a brown paper bag and staple it shut.
So one time a Biker comes into the Bar and asks to check his shot-gun, laying it down with the business end pointing straight down the bar. Everybody lifts their drinks and leans back as if this would make any difference. It's a pistol-gripped sawed-off Remington 870 pump that is totally illegal at that time, She picks it up like it's a snake and puts it in the corner with the Locals pool-cues.
The Guy is fairly cool, but at closing time when he asks for his gun and she's giving him this snake-like thing she doesn't even like being around, he walks straight out the door and pumps off all eight rounds into the air and then hops on his rig and high-tails it.
The sound of the buck-shot raining down on the cars in the parking lot was pretty cool.-
The imagery in your anecdote was awesome. That's the perfect sterotype of an America I really want to exsist. Just like everyone wants English villages to be all thatched roofs and smoke twirling gently from chimneys.
I want to go into a bar in Midtown America, ask for the wrong kind of drink and listen as the crowd falls silent.-
Something with crushed ice and an umbrella?
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Have we met?! You're right. Maybe a nice sparkler too.
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Go visit Mr. Cpt. Severe down in Tombstone, AZ (about 28 miles from where this story took place) and he can show you some really cool stuff.
I was going to say just order a "Bud" and you'll be O.K. anywhere, but then I remembered the two places I've been where that was the wrong answer.-
Hey, there's nothing wrong with a bit of company… maybe he could be persuaded to get the beers in
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Mr. Z600 and I are personal friends, and I can assure you that between the two of us, we can conduct a personal tour for you consisting of each and every bar in Southern Arizona, at least Cochise County. Depending on at least my level of misbehavior and insolence, I can guarantee that you will find universal conviviality here, especially if you speak English, as opposed to normal American. We seem to have a soft spot for our Brit brothers here, we even forgive you for wearing a brand new straw cowboy hat and a pair of boots that have never been sullied by cowshit.
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in 2008, I spent 8 months building a factory in Paragould, Arkansas. In that time, 3 contractors were hauled off site by the local police, not for HAVING loaded firearms in their trucks, but for going back to the truck and getting the firearms to help settle an argument.
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This is why commercial buildings have loading docks around back.
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