But I ain't-a skeered. We've got all kinds of varmints running loose in this hick town... skunks... possums... rats... and the ubiquitous skwerls, of course. Nevermind that we live a block from Interstate 35, where heaven knows who might be driving through on less-than-honorable intentions. I don't intend to disarm myself anytime soon. In fact, I'm pretty seriously thinking it's time to add to the arsenal.
I think Obama might want to pry my varmint gun from my hands, though.
I'd like to see him come try.
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