That's comforting
Apr. 17th, 2004 11:18 pmDad: *walks through the living room with a gun I haven't seen before* This weapon cannot be traced by any bill of sale.
Me: Why? Did you steal it?
Dad: No.
Me: Then why can't it be traced?
Dad: Can't tell you.
Me: Did you steal it out of evidence???
Dad: No! Not THIS one!
Turns out he bought it off my godfather. So there ya go. It's a .45 LLama. Yeah, I was having visions of a semi-automatic zoo animal, too. Or a gun that spits in your eye. Either way, not something to mess with.
I'm drinking orange juice straight out of the carton with a crazy straw. It's not like anyone else drinks it.
Oh,
hobbitgal, don't drink the orange juice while you're at my house. It's already been well established that backwash is not a good thing.
Time to stop thinking it's Sunday and go be productive.
Me: Why? Did you steal it?
Dad: No.
Me: Then why can't it be traced?
Dad: Can't tell you.
Me: Did you steal it out of evidence???
Dad: No! Not THIS one!
Turns out he bought it off my godfather. So there ya go. It's a .45 LLama. Yeah, I was having visions of a semi-automatic zoo animal, too. Or a gun that spits in your eye. Either way, not something to mess with.
I'm drinking orange juice straight out of the carton with a crazy straw. It's not like anyone else drinks it.
Oh,
Time to stop thinking it's Sunday and go be productive.