Came home early from work. I was just a wee bit too tired to stick it out for the day in this ridiculous Ally McBeal suit and heels, being gnawed at by this morning’s state of affairs. Please, God, don’t let Kitten eat a bullet. She would, Ya know. So, cabbed it home and first thing was first: I took a tour of the living room to assess the damage.
A brief inspection yielded several finds, including half a dozen BB’s scattered throughout the room. And now all I have to say is,
You fucking terrorized my house with a BB gun?? Sheesh, man. If you’re going to be up and about at 4:30 AM, you should at least be armed with a decent caliber gun. What is wrong with you? You’re no thug. You should be ashamed.
Oh yeah, I talk tough, don’t I? Well, I’m not. I was scared into numbness this morning, standing there in my robe unable to do anything while my roommate cleaned up the mess, called the police and filed the report. Well, I made breakfast. That’s something.
You can’t start off a day of being a victim of random violence on an empty stomach, now can ya?
shotgun shells are filled with hundreds of tiny little round bb’s called buckshot. are you sure thats not what you found?
Dude, you’re supposed to make her feel better!
BB Bandit has the shittiest wake up calls
poor fish. i’ll be thinking of you and kitty.
Fucking A! Are you alright?
Next time I won’t miss, beyotch!!
hope you are ok. how about staying over at a friend’s house for the night or something? seems a bit traumatic to just stay there for now.
Completely freaky. I’d be in shock…no two ways about it. Just couldn’t mentally comprehend it. Weird.
{{hugs}}
oh my goodness. how surreal. what is wrong with people today? lord. I’m glad you and kitten and roomate are all okay.
much love.
knowing is half the battle, Gopi.