Cosmo Kramer
I was young. 22. I heard about a site. Armslist.com
You could buy firearms off private gun sales.
I heard about it from a man in the Texas militia.
I had just moved out of a house I had been squatting in for nine months. Fannie May. A mortgage company paid me 2803$ to move out. Cash for keys.
I had moved in there cause Roland from Poland gave me the keys. I bought him 2 buck doubles and gave him 20$ to move out all my stuff from my girlfriend and mes apartment. She kicked me out of tme out of the hospital when her son was born. Everyone including my adoptive mother turned on me.
Now Roland gave me the keys to the cottage. Miroslav previously owned it. I never met him. I lived there previously paying Elisa 100$ a month to sleep on the recliner.
When j got there I selected the cate mone to come with. A few months later I got a pit bull for 200$.
That pitbull would come with to Alabama. He was in complete agreement. I called Seargent Love. A former police seargent. I drove down i65 from Indiana.
I met him at a cracker barrel. Got in his car.
"Have you ever been in a mental hospital?" He asked me.
"No."
"You. Ever been convicted of a felony?"
"Noo."
"Here's your rifle."
Mission accomplished.
You could buy firearms off private gun sales.
I heard about it from a man in the Texas militia.
I had just moved out of a house I had been squatting in for nine months. Fannie May. A mortgage company paid me 2803$ to move out. Cash for keys.
I had moved in there cause Roland from Poland gave me the keys. I bought him 2 buck doubles and gave him 20$ to move out all my stuff from my girlfriend and mes apartment. She kicked me out of tme out of the hospital when her son was born. Everyone including my adoptive mother turned on me.
Now Roland gave me the keys to the cottage. Miroslav previously owned it. I never met him. I lived there previously paying Elisa 100$ a month to sleep on the recliner.
When j got there I selected the cate mone to come with. A few months later I got a pit bull for 200$.
That pitbull would come with to Alabama. He was in complete agreement. I called Seargent Love. A former police seargent. I drove down i65 from Indiana.
I met him at a cracker barrel. Got in his car.
"Have you ever been in a mental hospital?" He asked me.
"No."
"You. Ever been convicted of a felony?"
"Noo."
"Here's your rifle."
Mission accomplished.