THE SHORTEST WESTERN IN THE WORLD. riginal
The Marshal had tracked the young killer, he stood facing him. He had seen that look before. Swaggering arrogance. He knew the bank robber was faster. Jed knew it. The Marshal had eyewitness stories. He killed three innocent people. He was going back to hang. Or draw. "What's it gonna be Jed?" "Ain't goin' back Marshal...draw whenever you're ready...aint goin' back."
The Marshal drew, the killer already had his gun out-hesitated for a split second-the bullet from the Marshal's gun sheared into Jed's heart. He was dead before he hit the ground.
The undertaker stared at the inscription he was told to write on the headstone. 'Jed. My beloved son.'
WORLD'S SHORTEST PIRATE. BURIED TREASURE. riginal
It was the annual bungee jumping fest. The natives killed three of the tribe before they got the ground clearance right. Now they could go ahead-20 metres exactly-minus three. Long John Silver felt exhilaration after taking a swig of the strange elixir proffered by the intoxicated natives standing on the cliff's edge. The pirate swayed as the native tied the vine. The savages gawked at the wooden leg dancing on the vine. Long John's parrot gawked from under the pirate''s buried chest.
THE GAZA STRIP CRISIS riginal
An American lawn mowing peace keeping group should be sent in to mow down the Gaza-Strip and clear up an equal amount of rubbish from each side without making HAMAS on either side. When the thread of reconcilliation is stripped it is better to tape it up with hope and mediation than to try and fix the problem relying on some cross-threaded misaligned nuts.