As I was exiting the independent-ish supermarket last night, a man with a clipboard accosted me rather timidly. "Would you like to sign a petition advocating harsher sentences for child molesters?"
"Gimme that pen," I demanded, with Heston-esque self-righteousness.
Then I froze. "Wait a minute...'Harsher sentences?'" He looked at me, blankly. I slowly shook my head and continued, "I'll bet you're one of those 'Anti-murder' whack-jobs, too, aren't you?"
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Considr yerself lucky he was. If he hanta been, he mighta killt ya right then n there.
Who says he didn't?
(o_O)
(*suddnly creepd out*)
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