Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "The Bounty Hunter," the Local Clod who has made a career of searching not for escaped felons but for Bounty, the Quicker Picker Upper. He made the scene at 7th and Montana yesterday like an accident waiting to happen. Moments after he sat down, he reached for his coffee cup, gave it a big squeeze and popped it like an over-inflated balloon. Coffee went flying in all directions, mostly landing on the couple sitting at the table beside him. "Oops-a-Daisy," he said, "I'd better go get myself another cup." The drenched couple wiped themselves off and left. By the time the Bounty Hunter returned with his refill, a new victim -- a man in his early forties -- had taken their place. "Howdy," said the Bounty Hunter, hoisting his cup in a mock toast. Once again, he squeezed too hard and the cup exploded, sending its contents into space like a projectile missile. Something tells me it's time for the Bounty Hunter to change his tune. Maybe he should switch to Charmin. A little counseling from Mr. Whipple wouldn't hurt, either ...!
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The first time could have been an accident but the second time was STUPID.
This guy, is just to prematurely excited and is blowing it. Needless to say, he may need to drink out of his own sippy cup, until he can handle the big one.
Must be a prosthetic had since he does not seem to burn himself.
Hahahaaa...The Bounty Hunter! Thanks for a much needed laugh.
--Cin
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