I shot the sherrif So I went to a Halloween party on Saturday night
dressed as a sherrif. There was another girl sherrif there, but I shot her;-) I spent some time talking to the only single cute guy there (he was dressed as a satyr), but he turned out to be a dick. When I was leaving and making my way across the dance floor, jacket in hand, to say goodbye to my hostess, he came straight up to me and slam danced into me. I slammed him back with somewhat more force. Given the amount of crap I've taken from men recently, there was an elegant and satisfactory symbolism in my getting to belt a satyr halfway across the dance floor.