Sheeeeeeit. I carry a ‘47 model .38 Special on my dash when I go to the city. There’s no fucking about with the guy wearing a cowboy hat, driving a one ton feed truck, and has a revolver on the dash. The last cop I saw down there looked at the gun, looked at me, I shrugged, he started laughing.
Sheeeeeeit. I carry a ‘47 model .38 Special on my dash when I go to the city. There’s no fucking about with the guy wearing a cowboy hat, driving a one ton feed truck, and has a revolver on the dash. The last cop I saw down there looked at the gun, looked at me, I shrugged, he started laughing.
What's a '47 model 38 special?
Ask your mom. She’s a ‘47 model.