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I had just paid my punitive court fine of twenty five American dollars for having my old garage door laying in my driveway. Waiting behind us was a curly-headed bearded guy. A large heavyset young man with a redneck air about him came in through the door grinning and ambled through the metal detector. The buzzer went off and he drawled his one liner of which he was clearly so proud, "Weel I guees it is all theese guns I got on mah!"
Only nobody heard him except for us.
An officer approached at the buzzing and asked the man to step back through. He did so, paused for effect and again gleefully repeated, what in his mind must have been greatest zinger of all time:
"Weel I guees it is all theese guns I gg-."
Only this time he didn't finish.
Like lightning, the officer had in him neck hold against the flickering soda machine and three other officers converged on the scene like swarming blue locust. The curly headed guy ran past us out the door in fear.
The man was screaming with lips smashed against the glowing coca-cola panel in a high pitched girly voice, "I ain't got no guns! no guns! agghhhhghh!"
The other two officers pulled his pockets inside out while he screamed and Paul and I quietly made our exit.
We decided if a joke dies the first time, it is really best to just let it lie.
I casually wondered if Mr. Comedian would be bailed out in time to catch Paul do a solo acoustic set at the Atlanta Motor Speedway before a race. No I am absolutely not making that up. Anyone who has a suggestion for a cover that will be a crowd pleaser for the NASCAR set, we are all ears.
Only nobody heard him except for us.
An officer approached at the buzzing and asked the man to step back through. He did so, paused for effect and again gleefully repeated, what in his mind must have been greatest zinger of all time:
"Weel I guees it is all theese guns I gg-."
Only this time he didn't finish.
Like lightning, the officer had in him neck hold against the flickering soda machine and three other officers converged on the scene like swarming blue locust. The curly headed guy ran past us out the door in fear.
The man was screaming with lips smashed against the glowing coca-cola panel in a high pitched girly voice, "I ain't got no guns! no guns! agghhhhghh!"
The other two officers pulled his pockets inside out while he screamed and Paul and I quietly made our exit.
We decided if a joke dies the first time, it is really best to just let it lie.
I casually wondered if Mr. Comedian would be bailed out in time to catch Paul do a solo acoustic set at the Atlanta Motor Speedway before a race. No I am absolutely not making that up. Anyone who has a suggestion for a cover that will be a crowd pleaser for the NASCAR set, we are all ears.
