I could be in a wee bit of trouble this time. And it isn't even my fault. Really, it's nobody's fault, unless, of course it's Dubya's fault. Who knew that dumbass was going to be crawling on his hands and knees, wearing buckskins and an eight-point mule deer rack of antlers on his head?
Yes, I shot the dumb fuck in the head with three loads of double aught buck. It's not like there will be any noticable damage after the surgery.
Shit this is even worse than when I foul-hooked him on the Shoshone fishing for cut throat trout! How am I going to explain this shooting?
Maybe I can get the Secret Service to say he accidently shot himself in the head, three times, with a pump action 12 gauge. Maybe not, but it's worth a try.