Pink is the new nutjob.
Pink: Just like the innards of the 30 varmints she just shot.
Pink: Proof that if it matches her t-shirt, she’ll buy it.
Pink: Just like that raw spot on her trigger-finger.
Pink: Not just for gender-confused male spree-killers anymore.
It’s Pink: Just one reason your neighbors are terrified of you.
Pink: Because they ran out of that zippy fuschia.
Pink: Soft and feminine with manual sights, Sassy with the optional laser-scope.
Pink: When a rubber duckie doesn’t make enough noise or provide enough recoil.
Pink: When you wanna find yours in the pile at the potluck.
My reply:
So in your strange drug induced world just because someone has a gun they must be spree killer? I suggest that you lookup the term “Projection” it’s what your doing, you are precisely the kind of person that people own guns to defend against. Your idiocy is so deep that you are afraid of, and intimidated by a .22, a plinking rifle, one of the most benign firearms on this planet. “A fear of weapons is a sign of retarded emotional, and sexual maturity.” -Sigmund Freud Seek mental help.