Maybe if you didn't goosestep when entering the bank...Ha! My bank, whose tellers address me by name when I walk in think nothing about the 9mm on my hip. I haven't tried it yet, but I'm sure if I came in one day with my AR-15 at shoulder-arms position, they would ask me what I'm hunting that day. He lives in the wrong state.He's an entire gold rush. I think he had a bad breakup or divorce. Some vicious backstabbing bitch. Give him some time and women will be goddesses again.Folding the laundry is her job. Cook, clean and copulation (3 C's) are the three bare minimum things that she is expected to provide for all your other labors.
Wow. This here is sigline quote gold.
So what are you Archie -- three hundred years old?
Not the sharpest knife in duh drawer either -- this is the same guy who started a thread whining that his bank, in New York, won't let him walk in packing an AK-47.