Two weeks ago we went shooting. We drove for a long time and found a spot where no human has been for thirty years. There was a little too much testosterone in the car, so I retreated to my bubble, where I drew targets. I asked myself: What do I want to shoot up today? The answer came before I could even finish the question: My pancreas!
Using a .22, I shot the little monster five times in the eyes. Then I went for the nose and mouth. After that, I decided his spots needed to be shot at. One round, 12 shots and I took him out. Take that, pancreatitis!