As my buddy Eric P of Deviant Synapse points out, you know where this is going. This is old news, and there's only a limited number of jokes you can make about a self-absorbed, self-important idiot manchild who heads out to the club with a loaded firearm stuffed into the waistband of his sweatpants. My fucking keys make my sweatpants ride south, but a gun would be secure. Right. However. This still makes me laugh out loud, and is therefore worth posting again.
Two things: I love the "you little bitch" line, and watch the gun carefully after he sets it on the wall and moves away. There's muzzle flash. A nice touch, that.