Coldcuts

What a Friday the 13TH!

Assassins

Just after the last post, I went into the kitchen to investigate a noise.  Wham!   I was cold-cocked from behind, and went sprawling to the floor.  My attacker was, and you are not going to believe this, my attacker was freaking Paul Begala!  The sumbitch swung at me with a Mau-Mau machete of Kenyan manufacture while screaming "die Obama denier!"  I deflected the blade with a karate kick, from the prone position,   the blade nearly decapitating.-- I mean, defooticating it.  This is an actual pictrure which I renedered in black and white lest you faint. Continuing with the leg action, I caught Begala in the chest and flung him over my head.  He jumped up and bolted to the exit, but before he cleared the door I had unholstered my .45 and pumped three slugs into his back.  He stumbled out the door where somebody, another assassin, caught him and dragged him to a waiting van.  I'm pretty sure it was Howard Dean  I am not making this up, although I may have actually dropped a very sharp knife while slicing a sub roll, and punctured a blood vessel in my foot.  I'm weak from blood loss, and can't remember. Bastards.