This morning I lucked out and was able to buy two boxes of ammo. It’s been hard to find lately. I placed the boxes on the front seat and headed back home, but stopped at a gas station where a drop-dead gorgeous blonde in a short skirt was filling up her car at the next pump. She glanced at the two boxes of ammo, bent over and leaned in my passenger window, and said in a sexy voice, “I’m a big believer in barter, old fella. Would you be interested in trading sex for ammo?”
I thought about it for a few seconds and asked, “What kind of ammo ‘ya got?”
From my BIL.
Priceless. Hahahaha
I buy my ammo at the pawn shop. It’s cheaper there.
Oh! This was a sex joke. Never mind. I don’t need any of that today. Always on the lookout for good ammo though.
Yep the ammo situation in Atlanta hasn’t changed. Try finding small pistol primers…
Try Butch’s Reloading. No limit on primers, fair prices.
Online, sorry I left that out above.
Just give her the ammo and keep the empty boxes on the seat as bait for the next one.
Way I heard, it was firewood, and the gal was wearing a white nylon jumpsuit. Same exchange, though. That’s from Rawles’ epic, ‘Patriots’.
Stay safe