This gun running thing is officially out of hand. I have already gotten two more calls today from other people who ordered guns from this guy. My most recent caller informed me he was one of about 20 people who have ordered from this guy. For a while I thought it was a privelage to have my name; now it is a curse. Actually, I keep pretending it bothers me because you think it would bother you. Really, I just keep envisioning myself with a massive garage full of rifles, cammoflouge outfits and a huge cuban cigar. I'm playing poker with my other gun running buddies and a couple local mobsters (this is Madison, so there are only a couple mobsters, sorry) and having my "bitch" going to the closest restaurant to pick us up a meal. I hope it's something good because she always orders sh*t just to piss me off because she knows I don't like mushrooms. I have to go make a shipment. Goodbye.
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