The neighbor’s van looked like she parked it downrange in a shooting gallery. Four bullet holes in the right side, one in back and three on the left side. The Green Goddess called to find out if the woman and her three kids were okay. The family was just fine, but our expression of concern made her son’s day. He played “got cha” effectively with a truly realistic array of bullet-hole appliqués. Lordy, they were convincing, with just the right amount of dimpled bare metal and the appearance of depth. I was faked out from 10 feet away. Next time, kid, I’m going to put my finger into those punctures. Meantime, Ms. Chairman, I believe the lad would be willing to provide personal training to The Governor, should you want to advance the learning curve. Hey, he owes us; we bought magazine subscriptions.
Posted by Professor at September 28, 2005 09:15 PMI would think The Governor sufficiently malefic without the need of tutoring.
Posted by: aelfheld at September 28, 2005 09:51 PMTell you what. Next time I'm out in your neck of the woods shooting, I'll drop by and let the Gov borrow my M1 for awhile.
I'll let him apply as many bulletholes to your Trailblazer as his little shoulder can stand.
Posted by: Kevin at September 28, 2005 10:43 PM