It was fucking crazy this week as severely-crazy fucks kept trying to convince mildly-crazy fucks that they should keep handheld killing machines legal for all the crazy fucks who want to carry them.
“Handheld killing machines don’t kill crazy fucks,” shouted one severely-crazy fuck, “crazy fucks with killing machines kill crazy fucks.”
“But couldn’t crazy fucks kill less crazy fucks,” responded a slightly-less-crazy fuck, “if they didn’t have handheld killing machines to kill crazy fucks?”
This crazy-old fucking argument came in the wake of yet another extremely-crazy fuck using handheld killing machines to kill a bunch of mildly-crazy fucks.
“Why can’t we stop these crazy fucks?” said the slightly-crazy fuck.
The severely-crazy fuck immediately got defensive.
“It’s my imaginary-friend given, state-enforced right to carry a killing machine!” insisted the severely-crazy fuck.
Surprisingly, a majority of mildly-crazy fucks in America are sympathetic to the severely-crazy fuck’s argument, and tolerate crazy fucks easily killing other crazy fucks with handheld killing machines every day, while banning other products and practices that kill thousands-fewer crazy fucks each year.
“If more crazy fucks carried killing machines, crazy fucks would be a lot safer,” said the severely-crazy fuck before storming off.
The slightly-less-crazy fuck could only mutter his rebuttal to himself.
“But aren’t we all crazy fucks sometimes?”