He took off his shoe and threw it at the bug to kill it, but a revolver he had hidden in the shoe fell to the ground. Upon making contact with the floor, the gun discharged and the bullet hit the victim in the foot.
That’s even more bizarre; how does one hide a gun in their shoe??
When you roll a nat 1…
Naw.
The DM broke out the special dice (see below,) and turned it to a divine 1. Just for that guy….
(Edit: credit where it’s due)
Why are there so many fucking accounts less than 30 days old? Do y’all just keep making accounts every week? Are there this many newer Lemmings?
Not long ago Reddit introduced a new policy thatpunishes people for upvoting bad posts, which includes posts about Luigi Mangione. After that, people have been moving into Lemmy as an alternative.
Reddit did another stupid, so there’s plenty of new joiners
This reference may or may not be before your time … forgive me, I’ve seen this before.
Think of it as “Eternal September” and you’ll be able to take it in your stride … brace yourself, this is going to happen more and more, at least for a while.
To be fair, I’m only noticing because I’ve switched to Voyager and it shows which accounts are newer, but there’s a ton! My instinct is to think troll farms. But, I’ll be happy to live in an eternal September.
I imagine it was more of a cowboy boot. There is some room around the ankle calf area where you could conceal a smaller gun.
Also, an ankle holster makes sense to me. Awkwardly rushing to take off your shoe while hoping around on one foot could dislodge the weapon from the holster.
A bigger question is, why would you store a revolver with the hammer cocked? I don’t think a double action revolver would just “go off” with the hammer uncocked. The drop would not be strong/violently enough cock the hammer. The hammer would have to be intentionally left cocked, so a drop could accidentally release it to fire the round.
Real american gun owners have guns everywhere: Shoe gun Belt gun Hat gun Bathroom gun Church gun
Bra gun too, there was the woman that shot herself in the head while adjusting a gun in her bra
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/police-woman-fatally-shot-self-while-adjusting-bra-holster/
Bro was in Get Smart universe
“Chief! It was a giant swarm of bees, chief! Would you believe it? A hundred giant bees, with automatic weapons!”
“I find that hard to believe, Agent 86.”
“Would you believe a three very large spiders, armed with rifles?”
“…”
“Would you believe…a cricket with a derringer?”
That’s even more bizarre; how does one hide a gun in their shoe??
Ankle holster probably.
Also, almost no pistol designed in the last 100 years will discharge when simply dropped on the ground (Sig P320 may be the exception here). I’m pretty sure this guy shot himself, and blamed it on an AD. What a moron.
He has a prostetic leg, obviously!
I can’t tell if you’re joking or not because that’s actually a good explanation… Even if you’re on a wheelchair, I can’t imagine having a lump of metal in/on/under your shoe being comfortable at all.
It may have been a boot
Tell someone is American without mentioning American.
I was very skeptical about this story playing out as told. When looking for a more complete article, this exact story is published from 2019 from multiple sources.
While I don’t think it is a requirement all guns sold in the US need to pass the SAAMI Drop Test, I can’t imagine anything being sold that wouldn’t pass it, especially a revolver where the design likely hasn’t changed in 100 years. The drop test covers drops at various angles from 4 feet high, higher than a person sitting and taking off a shoe. Revolvers also need to have the hammer pulled back before firing or have extremely long and heavy trigger pulls.
I’m calling both fake news and if this story did happen, I can’t see it being anything but a negligent discharge from someone assuming it wasn’t loaded or just being a fool putting a finger where it didn’t belong.
https://www.sportsmansguide.com/customerservice/productsafetyrecalls
two handguns on that list in the past two years, one in 2023 which can discharge if dropped. the other if decocked. the world is full of poorly designed machines.
Preamble: My parents divorced when I was young, my dad died a few years later, and I never really got to know him. Plus I have childhood trauma and ADHD, so I don’t remember a lot of my childhood. My parents weren’t great people, and life was pretty rough and tumble growing up.
When I was in my early teens, I found a newspaper clipping from before I was born in some scrapbook or memory box. It was a short little crime blotter story that indicated my dad had accidentally shot himself in the face, because he had mistaken a snub-nose pistol for a lighter while drunk.
I do remember that he had a big scar on his face, but I sort of assumed it was because he liked to get in fistfights for fun.My mom, a serial liar, confirmed the story, and it’s what I and another one of my sisters have believed for decades.
I mentioned the event in passing to my oldest sister a few months ago and she balked, and immediately began laughing. After she composed herself, she explained that she was home when it happened. The real story is that my dad had ripped someone off in a drug deal, and they did a poor job of trying to kill him. The whole drunk/lighter thing was to avoid additional questions by the police.
So, you know. Gun in a thrown shoe. Sure.
I love these tyoes of family secrets! 😂
Probably not too many ways to create a narrative where you look intelligent for getting shot randomly.
Oooh, boy.
Shortly after my parents divorced, my mom both fell more heavily into drug use and moved us (me, and two of my sisters) halfway across the country to the magnificent town of Throckmorton, Texas.
My mom found a dealer, who became her boyfriend, and they wound up spending a lot of time together. So much so that sometimes they’d take us to abandoned houses and leave us there for hours before they came back. My mom was going through a phase - she wound up doing her hair so much it somehow looked orange in the sun and green in the shade. But she also was sort of falling off being around the house. Sometimes it was just a day, then a day or two. We learned she lost her job, which was a problem - the house we lived in was provided by her employer. And one Friday she left.
When Monday rolled around, we didn’t go to school. Didn’t really see a need to. The school called that afternoon, and we were honest with them. Our mom was gone and we didn’t know what to do. By Wednesday, they had managed to contact our grandma, who had extended family nearby, and they swooped in before CPS.
We were eventually mustered back “home” to where more immediate family lived, and we floated for a long time. Not quite a year, but long enough that we moved up a grade and we celebrated NYE at my grandma’s.My mom emerged from wherever she’d been. She convinced my family to bring us back to her, to come live in a battered women’s shelter in Abilene - not far from where she’d disappeared. She was in AA, and NA, and even briefly went back to college.
She never told us believable or consistent stories about what happened. It was always a tale of woe and coercion. Once she told us her drug dealer was an FBI agent that was using her to conduct sting operations and threatened to put her in jail if she stopped helping. In another, it was kidnapping. It was never that she got strung out and tried to run away.
And that may not have been it either. Because after my mom died a few years ago, my sisters, who stayed close to the places we mostly grew up (I fled half a country away), found a weird creative writing exercise she did. A mother’s letter to a son she gave up for adoption. Kinda weird, but my mom was weird and increasingly tried to get into more creative pursuits as she aged. But then they found a police report that said she got arrested for attacking her boyfriend. The report indicated that she was pregnant. Then they found paperwork from a hospital - standard pregnancy stuff, dating to the time period she was in the wind. The last thing they found was another police report, this time from him assaulting her, indicating she was about 6 months pregnant.
And that’s all we know. We don’t knew if this pregnancy came to term (my mom had 6 miscarriages before she had her last known child). We don’t know if an adoption took place or is she abandoned the kid with her drug dealer - who is now apparently a church alderman (one of my sisters looked him up from the info on the police report).My mom was both very prideful, and quite racist. Our working theory on why she took this secret to her grave is that it reminded her of her failings and, you know, that she boinked someone she was racist against.
I can’t imagine what it must be like for adults that live lives like that.
My childhood wasn’t great, but nothing on this level and I know it did a number on me. I hope things are better for you now.
Thank you. Things are definitely better. I can’t say I’m normal. I mean, I trauma dump on strangers on the internet in the name of interesting anecdotes, but I think I threaded a needle that few manage to thread. I’m more or less financially stable, with a solid career, comfortable prospects, and a good home life with someone who grew up under equitable circumstances, and also managed to escape the cycle, so we have a good understanding/acceptance of each others foibles.
Well that sounds good to me! It’s hard to undo the only stuff you’ve ever known, but it’s important for people to see it’s possible.
Did he get the roach though?
why would you try to shoot a bug with a gun? that just seems like the stupidest thing ever.
It’s an American thing. Too many morons with guns.
