TBWCYL Day 267 - Welcome to the Gun Show

Yesterday's task was one I couldn't do. I was supposed to dispose of a weapon that was in the house and make headway towards a more peaceful nation. The problem is that I am a pacifist by nature and aside from a crossbow, which Diana refuses to let me get, I wouldn't even consider having a weapon in the house. I don't like guns, big knives are just a compensation unless you are a hunter, and I hurt myself once with a slingshot so I can't even go Dennis the Menace on anyone.

In fact the only guns I have are the ones located between my shoulder and elbow and they aren't menacing or detachable. I considered throwing out a kitchen knife but they are a set and I don't believe my wife would care for me to much if I broke them up.

Honestly, if I ever need to defend my house my only real hope is to build a makeshift flamethrower out of a can of hairspray and a lighter. Or I could drown them with the tears of fear that will be coming out as I wet myself.

How is this for irony, as soon as I posted this blog to test layout, this ad was to the left of the screen. Big Brother is watching me.

That is all,

Newt