Suppose I Lay Down On The Pavement

Saved By The Grandma" Ranger

Give Me The Gun." Ranger Said. I Extracted The Gun From My Pants And Handed It Over. Ranger Held The Gun In The Pulm Of His Hand And Smiled. "it's Warm," He Said. He Put The Gun In The Glove Compartment And Plugged The Key Into The Ignition. Am I Fired?" No. Any Women Who Can Heat Up A Gun Like That Is Worth Keeping Around.

Arson Is A Respected Profession Among Certain Subcultures In Jersey, And The Good Ones Don't Get Caught. The Good Ones Channel Lightning And Mysterious Acts Of Spontaneous Combustion.

I Stuck My Tongue Out At Him Because I Was Feeling Exceptionall Mature.

He’s Sort Of A Homeless Horse,” I Said. “i’m Leaving For The Airport In Two Seconds, And I Won’t Be Back For A Couple Days. You Can Put The Horse In The Garage, But I Don’t Want That Horse In My Apartment.” “who Would Put A Horse In An Apartment? That’s Dumb.” “where’s The Horse Staying Now?” “my Apartment.” “i Can Always Count On You To Brighten My Day,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.