On a hot summer night, would you give your throat to the wolf with the red roses? Or a really amazing Montepulciano?
Ooh, let me go first! I ain't afraida no gun!
Ummmm, maybe I'm a little afraid. Shit! That's a GUN! Let me approach it slowly, as if it's a snake. I never noticed the handgun in the instructor's pants. God-damn, my hair looks really great, doesn't it?
The victim, the weapon, the cleavage of the perp. First shot in the chin before I remembered, "squeeeeze on the exhale." Then I blasted bin Laden's face four more times.
Hey, not bad for a girl who hasn't handled one of those little .22's since high school.
My co-worker Anthony, aka "Lee Harvey," had a much cleaner go of it. But he does this all the time!
No comments:
Post a Comment