frankpank kicked off the week by erecting her pistol target practice sheet over my desk.
i don't know if it's just the havoc of this week or an indicator of my wanning elitism, but i find myself almost really wanting to fire a gun. because it looks so fun when reduced to the level of dart pricks on a worksheet.
(and, though i used the words "erecting" and "pricks", this is not smut.)
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i can't decide if you wanting to fire a gun is the hottest damn thing i've ever heard of or the most terrifying.
well, love, you've seen my driving and that wasn't so scarifying.
scarify: (n) to tear up roads (so as to clean up old pot-hole ridden streets and ready them to be repaved)
well, i haven't seen your scarifying driving but now all i can picture is you in a hard-hat and orange construction worker vest, laying down blacktop and firing guns.
i take back what i said earlier...dougo's comment is the hottest damn thing i've heard.
where o where did this vision of construction workeroline come from? was it the orange dress, dougO?
i'll backtrack the dougologic train.
a) you used the word scarify in an above post.
b) for some reason I know that is a real word, with a real definition, more or less summarized above.
c) I then pictured you scarifying,using the actual definition, which would make you some sort of a construction worker.
d) and fashionably, one with a hardhat and orange vest.
e) i then brought in the guns and voila!
f) Gunstructoline!
and i think i have a new nickname.
Caro, you wanna fire a gun? Well, then you know where you need to go. We have the 9 mil, the 44, the Infield, a 33, and I can get you access to the 50 cal that will split a head in two.
i forget you live in an armory.
*smiles*
Don't mess with me. I'm well armed.
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