So this Metrosexual was sitting in his room playing his Xbox when shots rang out. He looked out the window and all he saw was an embedded journalist drinking his hand-crafted latte and sweating like a pig. Well just as if it was ripped from the headlines an airplane zoomed by for a little shock and awe. The journalist, a little too bling bling for his tastes, ran off in harm's way towards the sanitary landfill. The metrosexual decided to follow him when shots rang out, but all that he could see was a companion animal holding a smoking gun.

The animal took the gun and put it in an envelope. He looked up at the Metrosexual told him to place stamp here and began to LOL. He just shook his head and said to himself "I've been punk'd".

__________________
Love...the slowest form of suicide.