comic #180

OK, Im gonna try and do a lame joke marathon, Only rules are that I have to find them amusing, but not the majority of other people. I already did one yesterday, so, an entire week of lame *but funny in a warped way) jokes.
Dont you just love typos? I have said some pretty crazy stuff in my time just because of some misplaced fingers(eww, inn joke). Like for example, if your trying to ask someone to marry you over MSN, and just as your writing marry, the cat jumps onto your lap and you get momentarily distracted and It comes out:

And how does that make you...feeeel says:
Would you marrinade me? pretty please. XD, jjks, rofl, lol, lmao, lotr, sos, pms, sms, thingyanddis.

Ok, thank goodness I have THAT over with. Now to the story...



Nick grind at her for a second,
“ Ok, to put your mind at rest, I’m not going to kill you.”
Ester looked slightly relieved, and made to get out of the car.
“But,” Nick said quickly, “Only if you do exactly what I tell you. Once Im done ill let you go about your merry little life again.”
Ester slumped back into the chair.
“ You still haven’t told me what your going to do.”
Nick seemed to not even hear her say anything, instead he put his hand into his pocket and withdrew a sleak powerful looking pistol, Without even looking away from the road he squeazed the trigger.
Ester gasped. Then brought her hand up to her face, She felt a wet dribble go down her forhead.
“Water?” she breathed.
“Water.” He said, then started laughing to himself.
Ok, Ester had had enough of these mind games. She swatted the gun out of his hand, it landed by her feet.
“awwww” he crooned “ don’t need to be like that. Go on, you can play with it.”
She gazed daggers at him for a second, then turned and tried getting out of the car. The central locking was on, and she was having a blond moment. Meaning she didn’t realize you had to click the little button back to unlock the door. She rattled the handle a bit then Had a hissy fit at it. Screaming and whacking at the glass. No one on the side walks seemed to notice.
She gave up, out of breath and frazzled.
“come on, try out the gun, itl cheer you up. I hate it when I have grumpy hostages.” He gave her a friendly smile, she ignored it. Then picked up the gun.

--to be continued.