This is a short story about a young dustbin who wanted to start his own gun club. He felt he must achieve this wonderful pleasure to let everyone know the rewards of having guns. He decided the best way about this was to give an example first hand to someone who has the power to set up his little establishment. So he packed up his favourite AK47 and made his way down to Gary’s house because he had a mate with his own wax club. Gary thought liked the idea but didn’t think anyone would take a dustbin seriously whether he had a gun or not. He kept this information to himself because he knew his little dustbin chum turned into a write little twat when people brought up the whole dustbin thing, so he went along with his idea anyhow just to see his friend make a tit of himself. Both of them went down to the local community centre and inquired about the price of hiring the hall out to shoot small animals in a safe environment. the woman who was working the desk wasn’t impressed by this because she was actually having a serious relationship with a sheep that she met during the filming of one of her home made porno’s . The weirdo who was in love with an animal jumped out of her chair and started shouting racial abuse aimed at the startled dustbin. As we all know our little friend doesn’t like the D word and without thinking he pulled out his hardware and shot the living shit out of the crazy bitch.
Needless to say dustbin didn’t get permission to hold his club meetings there, in fact he ended up in prison where he became a play stations bitch and Gary ended up dying of aids from the blood of the sheep shager.