Mister Cody was a small, da na na na na Inspector Gadget looking dude. He wore these geeky, coke bottle looking specs with pants pulled all the way up to his navel. Why was Marc hanging out with this guy? Oh well...
"So Marc, do you go shooting now or somethin?" I asked.
"Yeah we, referring to him and Cody, go hunting and it's pretty darn cool," he replied.
"I don't know. I don't quite get the point of shooting shit just because," I said.
"Well to each his own," Cody chimed in. "I think more people should take advantage of their Second Amendment rights. Go shoot sumthin!" he rejoiced.
Yo, he was all smiley faced like what he said didn't sound more stupid than he looked. I chuckled.
"Any way, how you really been Marc? Are you and whats-her-face still talking?" I asked to purposely change the subject.
Cody interrupted, "I will protect myself and I have every right to do so."
"You do realize, as a card carrying member of the NRA, you are trying to put more guns in people's hands right? The very same people that you say you are protecting yourself from...," I explained.
That NRA stuff is borderline mountain men militia weird.
"Some of those meetings are pretty whacked out though," Marc admitted.
"You have even gone to the meetings?" I asked.
"Yeah I have gone a few times to see what was up," he said.
"We are gonna run this country one day," Cody said.
"For right now you can just run your little tweedle dee ass the fuck outta here. Marc, it's been real and it's been fun; just can't say it's been real fun," I joked.
"True dat man. I will check ya later," Marc replied.
As I closed the door behind them, I was shaking my head in disbelief. If a cool fucker like Marc can get brainwashed by the dark side, then what is really up?
"So Marc, do you go shooting now or somethin?" I asked.
"Yeah we, referring to him and Cody, go hunting and it's pretty darn cool," he replied.
"I don't know. I don't quite get the point of shooting shit just because," I said.
"Well to each his own," Cody chimed in. "I think more people should take advantage of their Second Amendment rights. Go shoot sumthin!" he rejoiced.
Yo, he was all smiley faced like what he said didn't sound more stupid than he looked. I chuckled.
"Any way, how you really been Marc? Are you and whats-her-face still talking?" I asked to purposely change the subject.
Cody interrupted, "I will protect myself and I have every right to do so."
"You do realize, as a card carrying member of the NRA, you are trying to put more guns in people's hands right? The very same people that you say you are protecting yourself from...," I explained.
That NRA stuff is borderline mountain men militia weird.
"Some of those meetings are pretty whacked out though," Marc admitted.
"You have even gone to the meetings?" I asked.
"Yeah I have gone a few times to see what was up," he said.
"We are gonna run this country one day," Cody said.
"For right now you can just run your little tweedle dee ass the fuck outta here. Marc, it's been real and it's been fun; just can't say it's been real fun," I joked.
"True dat man. I will check ya later," Marc replied.
As I closed the door behind them, I was shaking my head in disbelief. If a cool fucker like Marc can get brainwashed by the dark side, then what is really up?
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