His hair that looked like it was held in place with salad oil. More attractive than it sounds, I guess.He smiled and opened up the rear door to the ca... next to mine. It was a big land yacht – a Lincoln or a Caddie or something. Absolutely cavernous inside. Gary’s expression and manner told me I should get in. I climbed into strange men’s cars all the time, so I slid in and he climbed in behind me. I didn’t feel threatened and it didn’t seem like I was in danger. I found myself sitting between. First blood was pretty much just as the sun came up over the hills. Sniper shot — either fucking good or just fucking lucky — either way, got Andy-The-Turk right through the neck. Pretty much took his fucking head off. We chucked the corpse over the side — you want us to bury the fuck or what? Here? — and I got to ride top in his place. Which meant I got to join the other pair on the roof of the truck, scanning the 'horizon' — we couldn't see fuck for dust — and longing for the chance to unload. 'You're just saying that', she said smiling, 'but thank-you'. She placed her hand on my thigh and gave it an affectionate squeeze. Her hand stayed there for a few moments lightly stroking my leg. I thought I was going to explode, but I just kept thinking of the consequences if my obsession allowed me to make the wrong move.She asked me if I had met any nice girls whilst I was out last night celebrating. I told her that there had been a few girls in the group but none were as good looking as she. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them.His curiosity getting the better of him, he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he is doing.The man says: “I’m sending out one thousand Valentine cards signed: ‘Guess who?’”“But why?” asks the man.“I’m a divorce lawyer.” the man replies.You may have heard about the Southern California man who was put under 72-hour psychiatric observation when it was found he owned 100 guns and allegedly had 100,000 rounds of.