Since my wife's spill on boxing day, she's been talking about getting upper body armour. Gonna check out the catalogs when we get a chance. Sure as hell not going to find women's body armour locally!
Yeah, that's me, Tracer Bullet. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead,
the rest bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm
a private eye.