( I took the pictures out)
This morning I lucked out and was able to buy two boxes of ammo.
(picture of ammo)
I placed the boxes on the front seat and headed back home, but stopped at a gas station where a drop-dead gorgeous blonde in a short skirt was filling up her car at the next pump.
(Picture of blonde)
She glanced at the two boxes of ammo, bent over and leaned in my passenger window, and said in a sweet voice, "I'm a big believer in barter, old fella. Would you be interested in trading some "physical contact" for ammo?"
(picture of me thinking)
I thought for a few seconds and asked, "What kind of ammo 'ya got?"