I stayed at my buddies place one time when I was pretty drunk right by UMKC. I was talking to some floozy that night on the phone and laying on the couch. I started to eff around and I put my hand under the couch. When all of a sudden, BOOM! A hand gun fully loaded.

It was his roommates. Scared the crap out of me, cause I was like, "Wtf do you need a hand gun under the couch? WTF are you into?"
I don't know if this story appeals to this discussion, but I wanted to share it. Happy Friday!
