Medussa
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An oldie.
A young golfer is about to tee off at the first hole when an old chap carrying a bag of clubs calls out to him, “Sir, do you mind if I join you – my partner hasn’t turned up.”
The man welcomes the stranger over and the pair tee off. On their way down the fairway they strike up a conversation.
“So what is it you do?” the young man asks his new golfing partner.
“I’m a hit man,” replies the old boy, quite matter-of-factly.
“You’re joking!” laughs the younger man.
“I am not,” insists the killer, reaching into his bag and pulling out a beautiful sniper rifle with a huge telescopic sight.
“This is my tool”
“That’s some telescopic sight,” says the young man, “Mind if I take a look? I think I might be able to see my house from here.”
The hit man hands over the sight.
“Wow, I can see my house all right! This is fantastic,” smiles the man, “I can see right in the window… there’s my wife and… wait a minute, she’s naked – and that’s my neighbor with the her! Bïtch!”
Enraged, he asks the hit man, “How much do you charge?”
“It’s a flat rate,” replies the hit man, “ten grand each time I pull the trigger.”
The young man thinks for a moment, staring back at his house.
“Right then, I want you to pop two people for me right now.”
The hit man agrees, asking for confirmation of the targets.
“First, shoot my wife,” says the man. “She’s always been mouthy so shoot her in the mouth. Then my neighbor. He’s a wanker, so shoot his côck off and teach him a lesson.” The hit man shoulders the rifle and takes aim, standing perfectly still for several minutes.
“Well… are you going to do it or not?” shouts the young man impatiently.
“Just hang on a moment,” says the hit man, “I think I can save you ten grand here…”
A young golfer is about to tee off at the first hole when an old chap carrying a bag of clubs calls out to him, “Sir, do you mind if I join you – my partner hasn’t turned up.”
The man welcomes the stranger over and the pair tee off. On their way down the fairway they strike up a conversation.
“So what is it you do?” the young man asks his new golfing partner.
“I’m a hit man,” replies the old boy, quite matter-of-factly.
“You’re joking!” laughs the younger man.
“I am not,” insists the killer, reaching into his bag and pulling out a beautiful sniper rifle with a huge telescopic sight.
“This is my tool”
“That’s some telescopic sight,” says the young man, “Mind if I take a look? I think I might be able to see my house from here.”
The hit man hands over the sight.
“Wow, I can see my house all right! This is fantastic,” smiles the man, “I can see right in the window… there’s my wife and… wait a minute, she’s naked – and that’s my neighbor with the her! Bïtch!”
Enraged, he asks the hit man, “How much do you charge?”
“It’s a flat rate,” replies the hit man, “ten grand each time I pull the trigger.”
The young man thinks for a moment, staring back at his house.
“Right then, I want you to pop two people for me right now.”
The hit man agrees, asking for confirmation of the targets.
“First, shoot my wife,” says the man. “She’s always been mouthy so shoot her in the mouth. Then my neighbor. He’s a wanker, so shoot his côck off and teach him a lesson.” The hit man shoulders the rifle and takes aim, standing perfectly still for several minutes.
“Well… are you going to do it or not?” shouts the young man impatiently.
“Just hang on a moment,” says the hit man, “I think I can save you ten grand here…”