A few years ago I wrote a stupid short story whilst in college entitled "AJ's Field Day with a .45." I think I shall now put it up to show you my literary finesse. :P Disclaimer: This story is fucked up and is bound to offend some or most people. AJ's Field Day with a .45 "Good morning class!" teacherman says cheerfully. BLAM!! BLAM!! a .45 greets the teacher in the head. Dear old AJ "nice guy" Sorenson shoots the gook teaching English at CC. "What'dya do that for?! He just said..." BLAM!! inturrupts his whine as AJ chuckles with power and glee. AJ sits down to do the crossword at his chair that he has marked with his scent many-a-time. Gnarly and pungent, those around him gag and vomit at its pheremonal audacity and muscular muskiness. "Shut up!!" AJ says to those who can't keep their Eggos in their stomachs BLAM!! BLAM!! he stills their aching tummies with a nice diet of hot lead in the skull. Others run screaming out of the room only to find the exit adorned with barbed wire and little packs of c-4 with touch sensitive activators. With the students in a frenzied stupor cowering in the corner hoping not to be given a "boot to the head" and "shot in the groin," AJ sits at his desk doing his crossword, unwary of the S.W.A.T. team about to break down the door.

End .45 part 1