Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2002-07-11 02:07:09 (UTC)

Run, Gunman, Run!

It's too warm to write in extended, or even complete,
sentences. So I apologize if the transitions are kind of
rough. There is a gunman on the loose in our city
apparenty, which is kind of scary considering that this
city has a population of like...four. Give or take a couple
of tens of thousands. Either way, he supposedly abandoned
his car a ways up the street, and took off on foot. I hope
he doesn't show up at my door. Can you imagine? What would
I do? What would I say? Have a seat? Can I get you
anything? Some watermelon? Some swedish meatballs left over
from our housewarming party? You can leave your gun in
our...er...gun closet. Why are there no other guns in
there? Um, well, because Luis is out...hunting...right now.
Yea. Do you mind if I invite some of my cop friends? Who
wants to be a gunman on the run, in this kind of weather?
My friend Lisa is on her way over. She's about 3 hours
late, because she couldn't find her way to the freeway.
Crap! I am late for Clint's recital! Gotta run! Bye!




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