Poor Baby.
Yeah, I know. Growing my mother's arms.
I deserve this, though, as I think I crossed the line a few too many times. I *think* (and I could be wrong) that I kinda, sorta made fun of them..her arms, that is.
OK, the scoop on guns. Geez, it's locked. No sweat, you probably just press a button and it opens, right.
Oh no, this safe is identical to the one in the hotels. You have to know (ohgod, what is it called?)
the code....105 tries later and there it is.
I'm not telling ya what size my bullets are until you sho/ excuse me, tell me yours.
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
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