Paul shot me with his pellet gun in the back of the leg.
I'm not gonna lie. It hurt. It caused me to yell out in surprise, and I'm sure more than a few people around the office thought I was going to cuss, mainly because my initial scream consisted of, "Son of a!"
Naturally, this means I will be purchasing a pellet gun of my own (preferably fully automatic).
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I'm shaking!!!
ReplyDeleteIf you need an office to use as a staging area for your attack, I could be easily bribed with a cold lemonade.
ReplyDeleteI was wondering where those screams were coming from. I thought Ken had been asked to stay until 5 o'clock or something.
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