littleyellowfrog

A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.

“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”

“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”

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Never let the morning people say it can't be done

Never let the morning people say it can't be done

photo: W.J. Grecian, SMRU

this is one of my favorite reddit posts of all time

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This guy plays the tune of Jason Mraz - “I’m Yours” using two Nokia Phone