Home alone today, so I stuck my SP-101 in my back pocket. Mary came home for lunch, grabbed my butt and felt the weapon. "What's that for, to get in the mood while you watch Miami Vice?" "Nah, just, ya know, home alone." "Does me being here too make you feel that much safer?" "No, but I figger I'll have time to grab a gun while they're attacking you first." Hey, it's a workable tactical plan!
Dont feel bad...i have the same plan. But I'll throw my lovely Queen of Misery at them sans shirt and bra. I figure the bewbies will give me a few minutes of distraction.
Oh jeez, Dad used that one on me once when I was a kid and we were way the hell out in the woods on a camping trip. Scared the crap outta me for a minute.
