Denton, Texas is home to more than one respected college and university.
The area's managed to effectively quarantine the intellectual spill-over to the general population, however. Case in point.
A man attends a party. He gets a gun, points it at his head, and fires. Ooopsie. No bullets. (Heads up NRA. He could be your next poster boy.)
Not to be daunted, he looks for and finds a bullet. Not a cartridge, mind you, nor a clip, nor a box of ammo, nope, he locates one bullet.
Can't dislodge my mental image of the guy rummaging in the kitchen junk-drawer looking for a bullet the way one looks for one of those little bread bag twistie things.
Whatever. The guy finds a bullet. He puts the bullet in the chamber, aims and fires. This time he does succeed in shooting himself in the head with the bullet he found... in the kitchen junk-drawer... with the bread bag twisties and pencils...with no erasers.
The other guests, appalled, do the responsible thing and call 911.
On your toes now, this is where the dumbness comes in. (And you thought it was shooting yourself at a party. No, that's not dumb. That's plain bad manners.)
After calling 911, the other guests leave the guy on the floor and go to a movie in order to calm down.
You'll need to let that sink in.
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