He throw his last bullet to air. He can't

He throw his last bullet to air. He can't see a friend from the bunker. But he can hear footsteps.
Paddington Bear adjusted the flame thrower on his back. If he was going to get Sarge out of the rat's nest he was going to have firebomb these
HQ replied "Paddy, your gonna have to enunciate more, or we won't know what the hell you want" except that due to bad reception to Paddy it sounded more like, "Paddy,
you're gonna have quadruplets for sure, we don't know how many you'll want". Paddy was crushed. She couldn't have 4 more kids! Maybe somebody at HQ could take them. She said "HQ,
is there anyone who wants four children? They're still in my womb, and if you can get them out they're yours. If not I'm going to flush them. Disgusting." Paddy grimaced. Children.
Paddy left the podium and returned to her seat, folding her legs primly. She pulled a cigarette from the pocket of her leather jacket and turned to the elderly woman to her right.
“Got a light?” Paddy asked. The elderly lady recoiled backward in disgust. Her chair fell over, causing a domino reaction that ended up knocking down every chair in the audience.
Both of them. How was Paddy to know she was allergic to smoke? He tried to make it up to her, by buying her a
a large industrial exhaust fan. Now when he lit up, Paddy would feel hurricane force winds, but no smoke. You would think she would appreciate such a gift. She gave him in turn,
a look that screamed "You are an idiot!" while her lips refused to form such thoughts. He shot her, not with a look but with a Magnum 44, the most powerful handgun in the world.

Started: 2011-02-24 04:59:36
Finished: 2011-10-09 18:08:37

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