To any suffering man who has turned to guns for pleasure, try some patient tenderness and know rejection (like a jam) can happen... and don't point that thing unless you're ready to use it.
There once was a man who loved guns With women he hit no home runs He'd whip out his round And shoot it outbound While wishing to target their buns
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