This morning I lucked out and was able to buy
two boxes of ammo. It’s been hard to find lately.
I placed the boxes on the front seat
and headed back home, but stopped
at a gas station where a drop-dead
gorgeous blond in a short skirt was
filling up her car at the next pump.
She glanced at the two boxes of ammo, bent over and leaned in my
passenger window, and said in a sexy voice, "I'm a big believer in
barter, old fella. Would you be interested in trading sex for ammo?"
I thought about it for a few seconds and asked,
"What kind of ammo 'ya got?"
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No man's life, liberty, or property are safe while the legislature is in session.
--Mark Twain (1866)