Rum run

Ratatat tat goes the Tommy gun smoking, and she ran grabbed a barrel not in the least was she joking. Tat tat tat, she shot dead the guard, and ran the barrel shouldered through her family yard. Once back home she stretched in the foyer. ‘Nice rum run’, said her husband, on the phone with her lawyer. ‘Yeah she did it a again, but let’s work it out. Haha, no pun intended, I’ll give you a shout.’ He hung up the phone, sipped on his Daiquiri. Said ‘hey babe I’m feeling lazy—would you bring me the cranberry?’


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