Sushi is the only cure.
Sushi and/or shooting guns at the shootin' range for ladies night.
I should make a target poster of a blown-up photo of real-estate law.
Egad, it would feel so good to blow that mother to shreds.
I'm thinking of making my own line of target posters for women.
Like, with a blown-up picture of cellulite or a giant penis, with different variations such as; the herpes ridden penis or a penis with a head of your choice coming out of it.
Or maybe posters with pap-smear utensils or Westboro baptist church protestors.
Here are some samples:
I tried looking up a herpes-ridden penis, but i failed to preconsider how utterly disgusting that experience might be...let's just say, herpes of the eye is one hell of an ungodly situation.
So, there it is. I will make my fortune by designing fun shooting range posters. If you steal my ideas, I may have to find someone with eye herpes, ask them to touch their eye and then touch your eye.
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