Last night we were grilling some dinner outside and we heard a pop.
It sounded like a gun shot. Not a rifle though, which I remember as echoing and reverberating throughout the fields during my childhood years.
I said to my man, "wow, that sure sounded like a gunshot".
So this afternoon as I was walking my dog, it was confirmed.
One of our local drug dealer types was wearing his gun in the front of his pants like a cool guy, and he shot his cajones off.
Guess we won't be seeing him for awhile.
I wonder if this is the genius in quesion?!
4 comments:
holy-shit homegirl..
what hood you reppin??
thas hardcore gangsta shit!
damn.
and I thought Strath waas the hip happening 'hot' neighbourhood.. with quaint heritage million dollar homes and what not..
enough to make a guy think twice before unleashing my inner Charles Bronson and goin' all vigilante on the next fucking-scumbag-crackhead-tweaker-thief I catch ..
(sigh)
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hilarious!
Guns? I thought Canadians were a peaceable lot and you had to go over the border to get this kind of madness?
JM
ouch.
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