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Shot in his behind

Wendell just getting off work, And was headed home by way of his favorite place to chill, a lively place called Pharaoh’s bar & grill. With the hope of winning, his retirement one day, Wendell stepped into bucks shoeshine parlor to play the lottery and a few numbers. 234, 485, 492, Little Pucci who is not so little. A young punk always up to know good. And one of the reasons this is a ruff neighborhood. Threatening Wendell’s life, when he stepped in front of him and pulled out a knife. Pucci said “Alright give me the money” What Pucci didn’t know, last week Wendell had gone to a gun show. And he bought something small and cute. And wasn’t afraid to shoot. Wendell pulls out a black 9 mm Glock. Wendell says with a smile Now this don’t look right! ... Looks like you brought a knife to a gun fight. Now! give me yo money! Pucci broke into a sprint. Running away and yelling Man!! F**k!! You!! Shaking his head Wendell said with a smile not tonight! And you can take this with you! Little Pucci who’s not so little. Found his way to the emergency room after being shot twice in his behind. believe it or not one bullet in each cheek, put Pucci in a better frame of mind. After walking funny for more than three weeks. He found gainful employment as a factory worker. Where he never sat down on the job.

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Date: 4/7/2020 8:58:00 PM
Thank you Sir. I was a fun write.
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Date: 4/6/2020 1:12:00 PM
Hello Robert Kinard, looks like the guy got what he deserved. Be safe. enjoy your day my friend.
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