Sunday, September 4, 2011


It was a normal Sunday jam session at the coffee shop except for one thing: James couldn't get a coffee.

He tried everything. He tried to get the attention of the baristas nonverbally. Then he called and called for their attention. Finally, he broke down and cried.

"Oh what'll I do? Oh, whatt'll I do?" he wailed.

Finally, James had reached his limit.

"OK," he diclared, pulling out his Supersoaker water pistol, "I'm going to start firing this thing wild until I get a coffee."

James began firing the Supersoaker and drenched everything, from the tables to the sofas to the capucino machine to the piano. Finally, he pulled the trigger on the water gun one last time and killed an eight point buck that had wandered in for a coffee.

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