This is my husband's deadliest weapon, reserved for taking down Big Game, like his wife. It is registered with the local sheriff's office. If you note the post time below, you'll see how this lemon tart caught me in its sights at the most vulnerable hour. Shame on him for maliciously assaulting his wife with this atrocity.
If you only knew the brutality I put up with every day. It's a miracle I've lived this long.
This might be my final post. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, please send a posse. You might need a skip loader too.