True story
Nov. 19th, 2006 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I sleep with a spear by my bed.
I swear it.
One of those big ol balanced ones with the bulbous feathery red puff right below the tip.
One of these days, an unfortunate thief is going to break into my room.
When it happens, how am I going to explain to the police that there is a legitimate reason why there is a dead man in my living room with a spear in his chest?
No, really. Tell me.
I want to hear your suggestions.
Truely,
~Kigs
I swear it.
One of those big ol balanced ones with the bulbous feathery red puff right below the tip.
One of these days, an unfortunate thief is going to break into my room.
When it happens, how am I going to explain to the police that there is a legitimate reason why there is a dead man in my living room with a spear in his chest?
No, really. Tell me.
I want to hear your suggestions.
Truely,
~Kigs
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Date: 2006-11-20 08:18 am (UTC)Hee... I'm picturing that scene from Kill Bill 2 in Budd's trailer, where they're having difficulty unsheathing their swords in the available space.
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Date: 2006-11-20 08:22 am (UTC)A spear. A sword. A dagger.
...and a butter knife.
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Date: 2006-11-23 02:09 am (UTC)Clearly, your best course of action is to sleep with only the butter knife.