Thursday, August 11, 2005

McShakespeare

A friend sent me this short story. I got a chuckle out of it.

The Holster
When I was paying the dinner check, I leaned forward just a little more than necessary to slightly reveal the holster near my armpit. Her cheeks flushed and her hand slowly slid down my leg. Then she did that thing where she puts both her feet behind her head and she said, "Open for business." I knew the gun was a good idea, I just knew it.

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