one is that you took this picture of your mom, either when you used her as a model for makeup work and wanted her to look sufficiently badass, or when she was helping out a friend to do some kind of independent movie
two is that this is an older picture of your mom that was stuck in a book somewhere and forgotten about and you found it and said "what's this?" and your mom looked and said "oh yeah, Jimmy the Squealer. i remember that one. they never found his body, i'll tell you what. we knew what we were doing back in those days."
Unfortunately I did not take this wonderful photograph. I really like the independent movie theory. That would have been cool. Your theories are far cooler than reality. I guess that's how it often is.
but... but what was the actual context of the photo? you've seen how far my mind will wander at the slightest provocation. by closing off these avenues of possibility you've only opened up more flights of the fanciest kind! i'll be working on zombie invasions, turf wars, train robberies and possibly some variant of Carlye's family tradition of going out to the woods each December to shoot the family christmas tree, and while "Ready, Aim, Timber" says holiday cheer like nothing else, i don't think that's what was happening here!
unless your mom likes to make syrup the old fashioned way, by holding the gun up to the tree and making it sweat... DAMMIT! there's another crazy theory!
one is that you took this picture of your mom, either when you used her as a model for makeup work and wanted her to look sufficiently badass, or when she was helping out a friend to do some kind of independent movie
two is that this is an older picture of your mom that was stuck in a book somewhere and forgotten about and you found it and said "what's this?" and your mom looked and said "oh yeah, Jimmy the Squealer. i remember that one. they never found his body, i'll tell you what. we knew what we were doing back in those days."
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but... but what was the actual context of the photo? you've seen how far my mind will wander at the slightest provocation. by closing off these avenues of possibility you've only opened up more flights of the fanciest kind! i'll be working on zombie invasions, turf wars, train robberies and possibly some variant of Carlye's family tradition of going out to the woods each December to shoot the family christmas tree, and while "Ready, Aim, Timber" says holiday cheer like nothing else, i don't think that's what was happening here!
unless your mom likes to make syrup the old fashioned way, by holding the gun up to the tree and making it sweat... DAMMIT! there's another crazy theory!
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oh, wait. i got it
"any last words, Mr. Potato? not talking, eh? well i'll tell your little tater-tots at home that you died bravely."
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