Especially if he was a big businessman. Those guys are the best! Built it all themselves! Got things done! Cut through the red tape!
Plenty of times. In the nineteenth century guys with guns did whatever they wanted. We thinned out more first peoples, shot guys we disagreed with, or who cheated at cards, or who had land or gold we wanted.
Ooh! Home fires! You’re making that sound sexshy!
Anymore I’m okay with home fries.
That data looks skewed. It ain’t the pistol in the holster of some guy that concerns me as much as what happens when that guy goes home. I guy I went to school with was Secret Service for 41. He knew a guy in the agency who went home and placed his weapon on top of his dresser and then went to wash up. His five year old found it and discharged it. Bad day. There’s plenty of those stories and variations on that theme.
No fear. Just condescension. We have rifles in PA, too, Ron. Ain’t nothing in Texas I need to see.
What DIDN’T Stan Lee get into? A marching record?
I stayed for the encore! That cleaning lady and her Hoover brought the house down!
How DO you Poppa Smurf? Mash him with a golf ball!
I’d forgotten about the composite. I thought it was all Lynda Carter. A Lynda/Betty hybrid would indeed be stunning.
Oh, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Absinthe takes real commitment. I’d like that evening back.