strange ammo
paul: i shot you with bullets.
me: ow.
paul: what are you doing?
me: i'm dead.
me: you shot me with bullets.
paul: no!
paul: i shot you with eighties.
me: eighties?
me: what are eighties?
paul: just a little number.
low foot clearance
surreptitiously blogging since 2005
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