Wait... Guns, bras, panties all in tue same place and you're complaining? You now need to go to Hooters, eat a basket of wings, then go to the range, shoot over 300 rounds, then check to see if your man card has come back yet. If not I need to hold onto all your firearms until it returns.
Complaining? No. Lying about the amount of time I spend in my wife's underwear drawer? Yes.
I am really trying my damnedest to avoid jokes about my wife, a penchant for big guns, and the resultant appropriateness of our marriage.