Molly Pitcher resists imperial demands.

[gangstermoll]

Hey, so, note in case I somehow get hit on the head and forget: don't play poker with FBI BAU cocksu squatters.

Don't do anything with FBI guys. Including piss on them if they're on fire.

And ladies, if you're dating one? Dump him. They're smug as shit, and they'll get off telling you you're doing it wrong.

Comments

[goodhunting]

Mike

[goodhunting]

...Don't drop hammers on your foot?

Gray.

[gangstermoll]

Nice.

I don't mess with hammers. Or cars. Hurts me to admit it, but it's true.

Mike

[goodhunting]

Didn't say I'd done it.

Why would you mess with cars? Several tons of metal, they're going to mess back.

Gray.

[gangstermoll]

Just a warning. Apparently, when it's up to the untrained eye, I come off as the kinda guy who rolls out from under a car and waves for different types of wrenches. So if you saw through that already? Good job.

Mike

[goodhunting]

Thanks, but after the divorce I took a course in mechanics so I didn't have to pull the 'little helpless woman' crap. Really don't need help in that regard. Or any other.

And actually, most guys who attempt to fix cars themselves based on a knowledge cribbed from men's magazines, destroy the car.

Gray.

[gangstermoll]

So you've got a law degree, you can fix cars, you save kids and battered women.

Now'd be a good time to mention the x-ray vision.

Mike

[goodhunting]

...Not exactly how I'd put it. And I can't 'fix' cars; I just won't have problems changing a tyre if I get a flat.