Arrr, the A.T.F. be readyin' fer a wild turn o' the wheel under Captain Trump, savvy?
2024-12-14
Arrr, me hearties! A storm brews fer the scallywags at the Bureau of Booze, Fumes, and Bang-Bangs! Methinks they be in fer a bumpy sail, with treasure chests bein’ plundered further still. Aye, cuts be comin’ like cannonballs in a rum-fueled squall!
Ahoy mateys! Gather 'round, fer I’ve news that’ll rattle the timbers of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, or so the scallywags say! A storm brewin’ on the horizon be threatenin’ their coffers, aye! Rumors be flyin’ like cannonballs, claimin’ that deeper cuts be comin’ to their treasure chest, leavin’ 'em with naught but a handful o’ doubloons! Arrr!