Last weekend I went to Chicago and, as I have been known to do, I went to the bars. At one place, while waiting for a drink I decided to chat up the older gentleman next to me. I was thinking at the very least he would be entertaining while I was waiting and at the most he would pay for my drink. We blah blah blah'd about Chicago and as I ordered my drink (jager bomb!!), he said he would like one too. When the bartender came back with our drinks, she asked me who was paying. I looked at the guy and he lifted his shirt a little and showed me HIS GUN. Well I paid for his drink. Then I scurried away and hid in the corner of the room until I saw him leave.
Now that I am safe, I have to admit that I probably deserved that.
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OMG SCARY!!!
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