Irony, We Meet Again
Surfing the news like the news junkie I am, I came across this story.
This is a quote from the article above.
Nicole duFresne, 28, had just left a bar in a trendy section of the Lower East Side with her fiance and another couple early Thursday when they were approached by four or five men.
Witnesses told investigators that one of the men grabbed for the other woman’s purse and duFresne intervened, asking, “What are you going to do, shoot us?” A man then fired one shot at her, police said.
DuFresne died from a gunshot wound to her chest.
You know, she DID ask.
January 29th, 2005 at 3:44 pm
see? this is why you just need to TELL people what you want instead of asking ;)
January 29th, 2005 at 5:37 pm
I shot a guy once. Well, more than once. Like 28 times.
January 29th, 2005 at 7:42 pm
You counted? I would have left it as, “I shot a guy a fuckton of times.”
January 31st, 2005 at 12:53 am
I count my ammo after every firefight. 28 rounds used, and I only shot at one person. It was pointe blank, no misses.
January 31st, 2005 at 12:57 am
My roommate were discussing this and we were wondering how you could have shot 28 rounds, then I remembered, you carry the SAW.
January 31st, 2005 at 8:08 am
Yeah it was surreal, becuase I relised I could stop shooting, but the finger and the brain were operating independently. It was really, realy strange feeling.
February 2nd, 2005 at 5:47 pm
dear mike,
i hate you for ruining my entire day. burn in hell.
love,
meredith