Whenever I drive past the big, shiny, glass HQ of the NRA on I-66 in Northern Virginia, I get the urge to exercise my 2nd amendment rights by taking a shotgun and blowing out all their windows.
Whenever I drive past the big, shiny, glass HQ of the NRA on I-66 in Northern Virginia, I get the urge to exercise my 2nd amendment rights by taking a shotgun and blowing out all their windows.