Kadizzle set out for a little motorcycle ride yesterday. First a visit to the fishing tournament. 77 boats out chasing fish. Next Kadizzle decided to ride around the gate and visit the other boat ramp that was under water. Near the water Kadizzle spotted some garbage he thought he would dispose of. Nearing the garbage he realized it was some unopened bottles of flavored beer. There were some people walking away and he thought it might be theirs. Kadizzle drove up to the people and asked if it was their drinks. Since Kadizzle had on a Forest Service Volunteer hat they must have thought he was accusing them of something. Strangely they wanted to open the little hand held cooler and show Kadizzle what was in it. Maybe they did leave the garbage and felt guilty. The zinger was the gun. Stuffed under the belt of one of the dingers was a hand gun. It seemed a little odd to carry a gun that way. The gun was pointed right at the guy's crotch. Kadizzle thought it was not a good idea to point a gun at your best friend in your pants. Now a lot of these gun nuts have their guns loaded and cocked. The only thing between them and disaster is the safety on the gun. Should this guy accidently fire his gun his best buddy would be splattered all over his underwear. Gun nuts are not the brightest stars in the sky. This is why they should not have guns in the first place. All of a sudden this story brings back a memory. Long ago and far away when Kadizzle was young in the hills of West Virginia there was a hillbilly named Thermond Rollin Tanzy. Tanzy as he was known was practicing his quick draw with an old fashioned six shooter. Luck for him it was just 22 caliber. Drawing the cocked gun it went off before he got it out of the holster. The gun shot through his knee and the bullet came back out and went into his foot. He had invented an excellent new way to shoot his foot off. Maybe Trump could try this.
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