After spending the afternoon at a shooting match, Piccolo was cleaning his service rifle in a motel room when the maid walked in and chaos ensued …

Then she spotted me and started to apologize until she saw the service rifle and then her eyes popped out of their sockets and she went agape and slowly backed out of the room. The instant she was out of the room, I was treated to the spectacle of watching her run down the hall babbling away in some strange foriegn tongue that I didn’t recognize, but if I had to guess it was something like Tamel or Swahili or something rather third-world.

[ Many thanks to jdun1911 for emailing me the link. ]