I filled up my little alien-cave man baby

I filled up my little alien-cave man baby this afternoon, with the usual

morning coffee I left out just for him. He smiled as he was given the cold beverage, and deep down, I smiled too. It was getting late. I began to pack my stuff and go to the diner.

He gave me a scruffy good-bye kiss in his terry robe. I went to work and was opening the diner when I met two men in suits. They flashed their badges. "About your husband..."

I collapsed in a fit of hysterics, weeping about how it couldn't be so, how I had just seen him, why would he have been shot 37 times?! A cop said "We didn't say how many times he'

d been shot. I replied that I was merely speaking hypothetically and it might have been 36 or 38 times. The cop nodded and slowly walked back to the crime scene. A drop of sweat

made its way to my happy trail, a drop of sweat among rivers of blood, but the cute cop didn't notice. Getting peppered by an automatic wasn't my idea of a come-on, but I yearned

for it to be my idea of a come on, and I deliberately interpreted her gunfire as a sign of affection. I lunged towards the beautiful officer as she continued to fill me with lead.

I made it just in time to kiss her deeply before I fell to the ground, a deep oozing whole of bullets buried in my body

-guard, who knew too much about our affair. "Should we kill the movie theatre usher too?" she asked me. "He did see us making out during the Julia Roberts trivia." Our ammo supply