What a fant-axe-tic story
Upon further review, that last post was a bit of a downer.
So how about this for a little pick-me-up:
Not too terribly far from here a guy got arrested for carrying a battle axe.
Which I imagine wouldn't be all that weird if there were some sort of medieval fair going on.
But this guy was carrying it through a stranger's backyard. At 3:20 a.m. Dressed in a black jumpsuit and hood.
Where do you even get a battle axe? And how does that become your go-to weapon?
I'd probably carry something a little less conspicuous. Like a mace. Or a big rolling catapult.
Alrighty. Enough foolishness. Class is about to start so I'm going to run.
So how about this for a little pick-me-up:
Not too terribly far from here a guy got arrested for carrying a battle axe.
Which I imagine wouldn't be all that weird if there were some sort of medieval fair going on.
But this guy was carrying it through a stranger's backyard. At 3:20 a.m. Dressed in a black jumpsuit and hood.
Where do you even get a battle axe? And how does that become your go-to weapon?
I'd probably carry something a little less conspicuous. Like a mace. Or a big rolling catapult.
Alrighty. Enough foolishness. Class is about to start so I'm going to run.
posted by Leighton @ My Best Investments at
2:35 PM
2 Comments:
Battle Axe?
You need a battle axe?
I got your battle axe right here, mister.
Yep for the low, low price of a Greyhound ticket to your house, you can have the mother in law delivered on Sunday afternoon.
heehee. Mike makes me laugh.
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