What's in a phrase...



I’ve always heard the phrase, “Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight…”

I’ve always thought that odd.  Frankly, if I was going to a gunfight I would want to show up with an M-1 Abrams main battle tank with a full combat load out.

What?

Hey, it’s GOT a gun on it…  a big HONKING gun…

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Master Aspie Dave

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