I never heard it called that.
From Gun Free Zone
So. There I am, in the Wal-Mart parking lot earlier, taking deep breaths before venturing into the Heart of Darkness, when I notice a smartly-dressed young lady, probably college-aged, moving with a rapid stride down the centre of the driving section of the parking lot.
This strikes me as a bit odd — most people walk closer to the bumpers of the parked cars — and as I take a closer look, I notice that she has her right hand buried forearm-deep in her purse.
Oh, ho, think I, we have three anomalies here …
And then Chew Toy Of Interest #1 pops out between two pickups, spins her half around by her upper left arm whilst bellowing something that sounded suspiciously like, “You mucking bore!”, before Our Wee Damsel grabs the collar of his sweatshirt with her left hand, jerks a hot-pink Comtech Stinger out of her purse (rather than the pistol I was expecting), and hammers it into his taint area with three lovely looping uppercuts.
As an aside, being a dilettante in the Sweet Science, I have a great deal of admiration for the loving papa or uncle who taught her how to put her weight into her punches. Damn.
Anyhoo, apparently getting punched in the gooch by a healthy girl with
some skill will turn out the lights, because he dropped like a sack of dead
trout and laid there for at least five minutes longer than it took her to hurry
into the store.
Looks like the Christmas holiday this year is getting off to a rollicking start.
https://gunfreezone.net/the-popsicle-shot/
(Well, okay,
then. Gun-carrying ladies, you don’t have to shoot an attacker to take him out
of the way. Using your carry pistol as a firearm would make the world a safer place, but
then there is all that paperwork and some po-leece will try and make you the
bad one. Whatever works best.)
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