Fixer wrote that his wife is the only person keeping him from shooting the ice-cream truck with an RPG-7.
I can totally get into that. I formerly lived on one of the upper floors of a high-rise apartment building that overlooked a neighborhood of single-family homes. There were nice breezes and I'd have the windows and the sliding door to the balcony open. It was really nice.
But then the ice-cream truck would come and I could hear that dipshit quasi-musical selection of tones that the truck would play. It sometimes seemed as though it would go on for hours as the truck slowly motored around the streets of the neighborhood.
I'd have sold Bush's soul for an RPG-7. If he had one.
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Ya gotta know, as bad as Fixer is, Mrs. F must be a force to be reckoned with.
Mrs F is the only woman who could ... domesticate me. Heh ...
Dunno about RPG's, but I remember an ice cream truck about forty years ago that was parked near college dorms in the South, with its bell giving a ding at ten-second intervals, whose last and loudest ding was stimulated by a .30-06...
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