Big Mac scooped up the shotgun and excitedly carried it over to the table where the Apploosa Gun Show’s most prominent figure (his cousin, by coincidence) sat.
“Ah want this one,” he said.
Braeburn nodded. “‘Kay, bend over so Ah can administer the gov’nt mandated cavity search.”
And so the big red stallion did just that. He did it, with somewhat more enthusiasm than the average gun buyer at any gun show. When he was done, he paid for the shotgun, threw it in the trash, and went to find another stallion who looked like he gave good cavity searches.
Big Mac didn’t go to gun shows for the weapons, after all.
A few missed words here and there, but this sounds hysterical.
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What did I miss?
The first few sentences were very very long, I mean how long can one sentence be, then again it was just the addition of lots and lots of well-made, smart, dark, short, easy-to-read, snappy, funny, hilarious adjectives without commas in between them, now in my book, that is a real crime, I cannot stand a lack of grammar, but one acceptation, that one being myself, but this was very entertaining and really funny to read, and I can't believe this has been one singular, lonely, excluded, isolated, companionless, sentence. OH MY GOD A FULLSTOP!!!!! I'm joking, aweshum work though!
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It's supposed to be overly long and complicated. It's mocking how media reports about guns always use so many retarded buzzwords. The joke is that it's just some shitty farm shotgun, but the initial description ignorantly calls it an assault weapon, military grade machine gun, etc.
This was very gay and VERY funny! LOVE IT!
What the Bucking Hay did I just read?
FKIN LOL
Everypony's gay for Braeburn, right?
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Did not expect that at all.....I LOVE IT!
Love the satire there. Enjoying this fic so far, dude, good job.