Showing posts with label Guns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guns. Show all posts

January 14, 2010

Closeout sales at Gil's

IF YOU THOUGHT OUR SALES WERE BANNANAS LAST TIME, THEN YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS SHIT.

Solve that problem with some brand new NIGHT VISION GOGGLES at GILBERT'S GUN GARAGE.

EVERYTHING MUST GO AT GGG's LOCKED UP-STRAP UP SALE!

Hey, It's Gil, and I need to evacuate these weapons like Haiti residents. Hurry and get a lightly used glock WITH THE SERIAL NUMBERS SCRAPED OFF . It's virtually undetectable.

And check this out

January 1, 2010

Gun control with Gilbert Arenas

Do you need help getting your hunter's saftey? Need to get a consield wepon permit? WELL, If you're in the local Washington DC area, then jump in your Isuzu compact car and find your way to GILBERT'S GUN GARAGE.

We'll fix you up better than the doctors fix up my knees. Got your drug dealer breathing down your neck? How bout this fine piece of metal?

November 20, 2009

Friday Afternoon Substance Abuse: Week 12/2

This is a weekly blog that compares the likes of college sports and addictive drugs, and then rolls it into a tight little blunt I like to call the Friday Afternoon Substance Abuse. If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, then clearly you have participated in some Friday morning substance abuse. So get ready to sit Indian Native American style and stare at a bookshelf for 3 hours cause it's time to drop some acid.
 
I'm half tempted to start putting basketball on the top, but since the football season is supposedly heating up, I'll leave it, although, these next few weeks are the worst of the year. There is only one ranked match-up this week. One damn game. Then we have conference title games in conferences where it doesn't matter. A national championship game in New Orleans. That's all. Then POINTLESS BOWL GAMES. Then SEMI POINTLESS BOWL GAMES. Fuck you BCS. Fuck you like a stripper in a large penis festival. Enough of that, I'm getting the shitting on sweats.

September 22, 2009

Firearm Management With Tom Brady

Have you ever had trouble with those pesky fans banging on your windows wanting autographs after rough sex in your golden silk sheeted bed? How 'bout issues with paparazzi snapping photos of your pregnant girlfriend's stomach containing your illegitimate child? Well, worry no more with the brand new defense mechanism...

GUN!