Get Me A Gun. If I Don't

Nice Tackle, Babe." Ranger

When I Was Six Years Old I Sprinkled Sugar On My Head, Convinced Myself It Was Pixie Dust, Wished Myself Invisible, And Walked Into The Boys' Bathroom At School.

Ranger Declined The Butterscotch Pudding, Not Wanting To Disrupt The Consistency Of His Blood Sugar Level. I Had Two Puddings And Coffee, Choosing To Keep My Pancreas At Peak Performance. Use It Or Lose It Is My Philosophy.

And When I Was In The Trunk, I Saw Jesus. And The Virgin Mary. And Ozzy Osbourne.

Morelli Beeped His Truck Unlocked. “if You’re Looking For Your Rent-a-cop, I Told Ranger You’d Be With Me This Morning.” “did He Make You Take A Blood Oath That You’d Protect Me?” “he Asked Me If I Had Adequate Health Insurance.