Sometimes…

Sometimes, I wish I could have my hands replaced with those gigantic, spinning machine guns that shoot shells as big as your fist.

Sometimes, I just wish I had enough money to pay all these bills.

2 Responses to “Sometimes…”

  1. Jami Says:

    I think that would make driving more challenging. I mean, more satisfying, sure, but harder to change the radio or turn up the heat.

  2. Patrick D. Says:

    Fine. I’ll stick with hands. Killjoy.