Since I am a skinny boy with no cleavage your grenade bounces off my chest and into the palm of my hand, spinning in a continuous counter-clockwise movement. The next poster, who was an onlooker at this attempt on my life, has his/her mouth agape in astonishment at my agile abilities to flirt with death with such confidence. This serves as an opportunity to shove the grenade into their mouth before it explodes. |
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