hooker hit-n-run

Going down 7th street the other day, coming home from a friends house, I ended up hitting a hooker with my car. Now this sound a whole lot worse then what actually happened. I was turning left onto a one way street and she tried to cross in front of the car as I tried to go. I didn't hit her as much as clipped her purse. I did hear her screaming as I drove away, but I just figured she was made or wanted to “show me a good time”. I was almost home when someone at a red light gestured to my bumper from the next lane. I get out to look, figuring it was a chuck of hooker flesh or something just as equally as awesome, but there it was, a big gold purse attached to my front bumper. I detach the thing and jumped back into my car.

When I got home I explained the story to my friends and tossed the hooker purse onto the table. We suited up with rubber gloves and opened it up like a middle school science project.
We went through the empty bags of drugs that looked like they where licked clean, her clothes, a bunch of condoms, some money, a nasty toothbrush and some nasty make up, and at the bottom a little gun. A fucking gun. Yea, I had a fucking hooker's gun in my car.

This to me is a normal day!