Love and a .45

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Dear Right Advice,

-BlahBlahBlah- recently me and my boyfriend came home from a night of drinking and we got an an argument -BlahBlahBlah- i poured a beer on him -BlahBlahBlah- next thing i know hes pointing a gun at me -BlahBlahBlah- his friend told him to stop -BlahBlahBlah- and he said im not even pointing it at her face man im pointing it at her knee cap -BlahBlahBlah- his friends left cuz they were freaked out -BlahBlahBlah- what do i do ive been with him for three and a half years and love him alot -BlahBlahBlah-

Sincerely,
-BlahBlahBlah-
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My motto is, the moment someone threatens you with the muzzle of a gun, you've been given license to kill.

As long as you keep telling people that you love him, you've got no motive. Everything is pretty much in place for you to get away with this.

Just let him get drunk, tell him you've hidden his gun, watch him tear the house apart, then you smash your cellphone and put two in his chest.

The D.A. won't want to touch this case.

The police will show up and see signs of a struggle. The neighbors will report that they heard shit like "bitch, I'll kill you," and "where's my gun?" His friends will testify that they punked out when they saw him point a gun at you. And your smashed cellphone will give you extenuating circumstances because you tried, but couldn't, call for help.

It might not even have to get to that. Maybe your boyfriend won't pop off when you tell him you've hidden his gun, and the two of you will sit down and have a long, serious talk about boundaries and shit. Either way, you'll win if you put this plan into motion.


My advice to you: Try to keep the slugs from punching through the neighbors' wall.


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