Bob's " POINT BLANK" gun shop & Jesus....

" So Bob, how much for how many ?", asked Jesus of the arms dealer,

Bob, owner of " Bob's " Point Blank " gun shop" on third.
" Well Jesus, I'll tell ya.. Ahh! You've seen these before ...No? " Smoozed Bob,
the arms dealer to Jesus.
" OOOOO! " ooo'ed Jesus, pickin' up a AP-78-a anti personnel granade.
" YYYYeppp-uuunnehhhhh..." grunted Bob, smilingly, contently, proudly.
"... and you'll be a throwin' in a few hundred rounds of them there
.380 Smith & Wessies ta boot... eh Bob...? ", smiled Jesus cajolingly.
" Sir it would be my pleasure. Now will that be cash or charge..? ", smiled Bob,
baggin' the bullets along with 4 AP-78a anti personel granades
into a plain brown paper bag, pushin' it over to Jesus...
" OOOPHHH ! Huh ! weighs a ton...", chuckled Jesus, signing the charge slip,
and bidding Bob a " Good Day "...
" ooohooo, this IS heavy..." said Jesus, crossing Third and headin up 12th Ave...
waving to little Tommy, whom was waving at him. " Hello little Tommy, nice day

hummmmmm ? Good one that little Timmy, he'll go far...

Be well todo mundo...

J.level

"Bob's " POINT BLANK " gunshop & Jesus"
©jpl2007

...on elections, Little Tommy, dogs and big ham sandwiches...

25.05.07
uvieu,España
...the elevator in the building is like a time machine, and theres always a smokey vision of who you will be when the doors open out onto the public floor... today i was Level, cheif of the supream court, and i declared peace in España. Everybody went home and put on their best clothes, washed the dog and went to the palza de la constituion, where there was beer and big ham sandwiches...and not a politicion to be seen. Oh, i outlawed them too, did i say that? a fine time was had by all , execpt for little tommy whom wanted to be a politician when he grew up... he cryed but a minute, and then forgot all about it and was seen dancing happily, and when asked why he said he did'nt know. happy is the kid whom dances for no reason he can explain. And the day ended, kids and dogs collected, the leftovers sent to Madrid, and all was right with the world... it good to be the cheif of the supream court...No?

Be well todo mundo. Change something that desperately needs changing today.
J.Level
(jlevel77@yahoo.com)