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“I hold your eyeballs in my hand.”

Fritz Hamilton

    
“I hold your eyeballs in my hand.”
    “Thanks, would you consider putting them in my sockets?”
    “We still wouldn’t see eye to eye.”
    “No, but now I can’t see at all.”
    “Why do you think I gouged them out?”
    “You like me blind.”
    “No, Fred, but I didn’t like you much when you could see.”
    “Thanks, Jake, but how bout some mercy?”
    “If you give me your wife for one solid night of fornication, Fred, I’ll put your eyeballs back into your sockets.”
    “What if my wife doesn’t like the arrangement?”
    “She didn’t seem to mind the first time we did it, Fred. She didn’t mind the tenth or twentieth time either. It doesn’t bother her that I’ve gouged out your eyes either.”
    “All right, you can have my wife, but I’d still like you to put my eyes back in.”
    “For what?”
    “So I can see her well enough to shoot her.”
    “That sounds like something you might do to a horse, Fred.”
    “Okay, I’ll shoot her horse too.”
    “Damn, Fred, you are angry!”
    “After I shoot her & her horse, I’ll calm down.”
    “Okay, Fred.” He puts my eyes back in my socket. “How’s that?”
    “Fine, Jake.” I remove my pistol from my pocket & shoot Jake through his right eye. I step over the corpse & look for my wife to forgive her, & when I blow out my brains, I’ll feel better about it.



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