Protection For Suzie

Bobo strolled across the street and asked me what I was doing. Bobo was the only criminal element in our little one-horse town. And he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, if you know what I mean. But he was obsessed with robbing people, although he'd never pulled off one that was successful. Still, it was his dream.

"I'm just hangin' around waiting for the football game to come on." I replied.

He spit a big slurpee from the chew in his mouth. He usually got these from someone who threw it out of their car because they'd finished with it. He looked around my yard, then looked straight at me with that goofy serious look he had, and said, "I gotta make a score today. Man, it's gonna happen, I kin feel it."

I told him, "Hey, Suzie just got herself a Hanna Montana Guitar (http://hoteyetems.webs.com/) and she's home playin' it now. If you could get that guitar, that would be a great score!"

Me and my friends from school all sell self-defense products. We test them out by settin' up ole Bobo. Suzie was waitin' for him with a new taser we needed to test out. (http://scenttracker.webs.com/)

He was off like a shot. I instantly called Suzie and told her he was on his way.

He was back in about an hour and a half, with a crazy bewildered look on his face. He shakily walked up to my stoop.

"How'd it go?" I asked.

"Not good. She tased me Bro! And I swallowed my 'baccer!"