Some Girls are Bigger than Others.

Seriously Charles Stuart Platkin, if I came home from a long day to find you in my house, you and whoever arranged for it would be buried in six different places in my backyard before the screen door could hit your asses.

Now maybe I'm touchy on the subject, having had fistfulls of mini-burgers and southwestern eggrolls for dinner this evening, but I simply cannot imagine anyone alive reacting in a non-homicidal manner upon learning they'd been followed around Dunkin Donuts all day by a guy now standing in their living room with a video diary he'd made of it.

I was against gun ownership. Not anymore.