That Awesome Moment When You Play with Toys Again

Especially boy's toys. It's a dark and stormy night here in Katipunan, my dear non-existent reader. And on this dark and stormy night, alone in my flat (apartment to you) I had done something I hadn't done since a few months ago: I played with toys.

I was just getting ready to pack up the props needed for tomorrow's play when suddenly, I realized that the bag we were using for the luggage scene was a highly conspicuous black bag. I looked around at my other props, and saw the gun and a wad of cash.

My mind's face went like this--

And then I began stuffing my bag with the money--

--the walkie-talkie--

--some handcuffs--

--the blueprint of the evil Plan--

(which zoomed in, looks like this)

--some highly poisonous suction stick-things--

--and lastly... the murder weapon.

All placed in this very suspicious black bag.

I carried that bag around my flat, thinking I was Angelina Jolie, a member of Ocean's team, getting ready to hatch the next Italian Job, with only a speaker phone to instruct me on my next mission.

So the next logical thing to do would take out the gun and the poisonous suction bullets and do some target practice with this guy:

Who I named Randy for the fat outer-portion shots , Nonna for the middle portion with the crotch shot, Esteban for the head shot, and Limbo for the 50-point gut-busting shot.

Obviously aiming for the gut-shot.

I made a video of the shot, but you'd probably just get bored with it so I decided against uploading it.

Good night!