From Henry Bernatonis:
A very short gun story.
A wild eyed (and butt ugly) old woman walked into a crowded bar in downtown Washington, D.C. waving an un-holstered pistol and yelled out;
“I have a .45 caliber Colt 1911, with a seven round magazine, plus one in the chamber.
I want to know who’s been sleeping with my husband?”
A female voice from the back of the room called out,
“You Need More Ammo, Mrs. Clinton”.