The ugly pug was standing between me and the spotlight. In one hand was a gun, the other a knife, the blade of which had been filed down to a sliver of steel not much thicker than a crocheting needle.
The ugly pug was standing between me and the spotlight. In one hand was a gun, the other a knife, the blade of which had been filed down to a sliver of steel not much thicker than a crocheting needle.
And in this outfit, I am going to stop it !!!
It’s the equivalent of Derek Zoolander’s Magnum look.
Maybe curves can kill, but I’m way more worried about the gun. Maybe that’s just me!
A nice series of originals!