My ship’s come in…

Ok, so it’s not actually totally MY ship. Well, in all truth, it’s not my ship at all. In fact, if I got closer than these photos, they’d probably shoot me…. IN THE HEAD. Or maybe just wound me by aiming for the knee caps. ‘Course, a shoulder blow would suck, too. That would hurt mucho…

Ok, maybe in the head would be best. That way, it’s lights out. For good. Unless, the slug got logged between my pituitary and adreanal glands. Wait… Is that in the head? Like, is that anywhere near the head at all??

Ok, fine. I’m goin’ for the knees. Straight blow off the knee caps, squeal like a pig for a while and then crawl my bloody stumpness to the Emergency room. Do they handle knees there? Maybe I should call first? Do they skype?

Um…

I think I’m lost now. Was there a point to this? Ok, whatever… it’s a cool boat owned by a rich Russian dood. And I’m goin’ swimmin…’ later. After it leaves. 😉

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