It wasn't Dad.
It got his coworker/office-mate. The guy had my dad's keys.
I'm getting out of here. Called my drinking buddy from school, packed a backpack full of clothes, got all my tech goodies powered up. Probably got enough in the old bank account for a train ticket.
Calling the cops as soon as this is posted. Once they're done, I... I'm locking myself into the bathroom with my mother's service revolver. I'll wait out the night and then head out of town.
Head east.
Showing posts with label big-ass guns tiny girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label big-ass guns tiny girl. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Weapon of Choice
And I swear to God, the first person to reference Fatboy Slim or Christopher Walken gets a virtual punch to the jaw.
General information dump time. Unfortunately, zerombr, this house never had a wooden baseball bat in it. The only wooden thing around (and, consequently, my only main weapon) is a cheap little wooden sword that Current BFF got at Ye Olde Ren Faire a couple years back. Doodled a symbol on the hilt so if It does show up (Heaven forbid), I won't be unarmed.
Zeke tried shooting it, right? My father showed me his guns. The only problem is that his pistols are both magnums. And the only one with ammo is a .357 revolver that would probably break both my arms if I tried to fire it. So, I'm fucked there. (Also: what the hell's up with your newest post, Zeke? Are you talking about the Sages or the workout guys?)
Positive thinking. Always positive thinking. Gotta stay positive in bleak times or when you're just being kind of paranoid. Staying positive is the difference between a guy at the base of a mountain and a guy dead at the peak.
...What the hell. Make with the Fatboy Slim references now if you want to.
General information dump time. Unfortunately, zerombr, this house never had a wooden baseball bat in it. The only wooden thing around (and, consequently, my only main weapon) is a cheap little wooden sword that Current BFF got at Ye Olde Ren Faire a couple years back. Doodled a symbol on the hilt so if It does show up (Heaven forbid), I won't be unarmed.
Zeke tried shooting it, right? My father showed me his guns. The only problem is that his pistols are both magnums. And the only one with ammo is a .357 revolver that would probably break both my arms if I tried to fire it. So, I'm fucked there. (Also: what the hell's up with your newest post, Zeke? Are you talking about the Sages or the workout guys?)
Positive thinking. Always positive thinking. Gotta stay positive in bleak times or when you're just being kind of paranoid. Staying positive is the difference between a guy at the base of a mountain and a guy dead at the peak.
...What the hell. Make with the Fatboy Slim references now if you want to.
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