First thing I’ve heard this year, that makes me go YAH!
Reminds me of the time when hunting for Osama Bin Laden in the streets of Muskaddo, Ohio, after a few too many, I had the occasion to meet my old friend Danny Glover. He was trying on his silky moves as usual, but I was having none of it. He put his hand on my thigh and I said,
“Danny, you know that’s not me.”
“C’mon baby you know you want to see my lethal weapon.”
A cop car pulled up and this mirror-shaded goon got out and said,
“Sergeant, do we have a problem here?” to no one in particular.
“No problem officer. Just some friendly friendliness between old friends.”
“Get back into the car if you know what’s good for you!”
A moment of silence. I realised it may be time to hit the high ropes. Danny gave me the evil eye and said quietly,
“Looks like I wont be needing your services tonight.” and grinned a steely grin.
The cop started to look pale. I shouted, to no one in particular,
and ran as fast as my little munki legs could take me. The noises I heard behind me were a mixture of shouts, crashing and insane giggling. I stopped around the corner to get my breath back. It was silent. A cat fell off a bin behind me and I started. I heard a low moaning sound and a shiver ran down my legs as I heard Danny’s booming voice going,
and then, nothing.