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patgundWent to the storage area and rolled up the door. One of the shambers outside tried to come in. At first I thought he was on drugs and started to try and scare him off. He tried to swing, I ducked. I then noticed something
It was the guy who the SLUT clipped.
Necks aren't supposed to be at that angle. And ideally, the top of one's skull should still be attached?? And the inside of said head was as empty as the heads of some of the problem children I dealt with in Doha.
So I dropped the door on him.
His lower half is walking towards Lake Union right now. His top half is buryed under the filing cabinets I tipped over as I beat feet back to my office.
I did some checking. Seems we've got an infestation of the metabolically challenged.
Thankfully the kids are gone. Problem is, I took the bus into work. The thought of hanging around the bus stop waiting for the #5 doesn't appeal right now.
It was the guy who the SLUT clipped.
Necks aren't supposed to be at that angle. And ideally, the top of one's skull should still be attached?? And the inside of said head was as empty as the heads of some of the problem children I dealt with in Doha.
So I dropped the door on him.
His lower half is walking towards Lake Union right now. His top half is buryed under the filing cabinets I tipped over as I beat feet back to my office.
I did some checking. Seems we've got an infestation of the metabolically challenged.
Thankfully the kids are gone. Problem is, I took the bus into work. The thought of hanging around the bus stop waiting for the #5 doesn't appeal right now.
