03-16-2009, 01:28 PM
Brandon: *shrugs* fine by me. I'm gonna be working Grocery stocking at night. Nowhere near electronics.
*Wal-Mart, a few weeks from now, midnight*
Brandon: MOVE...YOU...STUPID...PALLET...OF....MAYONNAISE.... *howls angrily at the pallet, and shoots it up, causing thick white goo to cover the late-night shoppers*
Manager: ...where did you get a gun?
Brandon: ...why?
*/scene*
Brandon: ...yeah...maybe I should be a greeter...
*Wal-Mart, a few weeks from now, midnight*
Brandon: MOVE...YOU...STUPID...PALLET...OF....MAYONNAISE.... *howls angrily at the pallet, and shoots it up, causing thick white goo to cover the late-night shoppers*
Manager: ...where did you get a gun?
Brandon: ...why?
*/scene*
Brandon: ...yeah...maybe I should be a greeter...
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.