Nice Tackle, Babe." Ranger

Shirley's Gonna Be Pissed," Gazarra Said. "she Hates When I Get Shot." To My Recollection, The Only Other Time Gazarra Was Shot Was When He Was Playing Quick Draw In The Police Station Elevator And His Gun Accidentally Discharged. The Bullet Ricocheted Off The Elevator Wall And Lodged In Gazarra's Right Buttock.

The Note Wasn't Signed, But I Could Tell It Was From Morelli By The Way My Nipples Got Hard.

He Reached Out, Opened The Glove Compartment, And Took Out A Gun. It Was A Smith & Wesson .38 Five-shot Special. It Looked A Lot Like My Gun. "i Stopped By Your Apartment This Morning And Picked This Up For You," Ranger Said. "i Found It In The Cookie Jar." "tough Guys Always Keep Their Gun In The Cookie Jar." "name One." "rockford." Ranger Grinned. "i Stand Corrected.

Grandma Mazur Stood Two Feet Back From My Mother. "i Gotta Get Me A Pair If Those," She Said, Eyeballing My Shorts. "i've Still Got Pretty Good Legs, You Know." She Raised Her Skirt And Looked Down At Her Knees. "what Do You Think? You Think I'd Look Good In Them Biker Things?" Grandma Mazur Had Knees Like Doorknobs.

On The Bright Side, I'm Sure This Isn't The Last Time You'll Ever Get Firebombed, So Maybe You'll Have Better Luck Next Time.