Shot Through The Leg And I’m To Blame

I give myself a bad name.

Let me start off by saying I am not making light of a man getting hurt or shot. No, I would never wish that upon anyone nor make fun of it. I’ve spent the past week thinking about Sean Taylor, and how we lost him to an act of violence involving a gun. However, I will make fun of stupidity.

Plaxico Burress has shot himself in the leg. He went clubbing with a gun in his pocket. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Now I don’t know about you, but I prefer not to hang out at places where I may need a weapon. I also don’t think I would be comfortable with a loaded weapon inches from my junk! The official word is that Plaxico shot himself in the right thigh. Depending on how I am sitting or standing, my right thigh is in the same zip code as you know what. If I’m gonna throw a gun in my pants pocket, I’m gonna make sure I have visited the gun range a few times. Maybe have the safety on? Of course Plaxico doesn’t practice, and tries to avoid safeties.

Now from here you can make up your own Giants jokes. Their playoff chances are shot. Why do they keep shooting themselves in the foot?

Or, since I brought up junk and guns, make up your own dick jokes. It’s my shower, my soap, and my dick, so I’ll wash it as fast and as long as I want to. I was just cleaning it when it went off in my hand.

Whatever, stupid stuff is funny.

Cheers and Hail!