So now the National Breast Cancer Foundation campaign has made it all the way out to pepper spray and mace. I strongly suspect a pink MAC-10 will be offered in the near future, because 1) Gangsta chicks need to feel like contributors too, and 2) you'd be just as scared of a pink MAC-10 as you would a black one, trust me.
Since MAC-10's are expensive and illegal (even pink ones), Brian and I are shopping for pepper spray. You know, just in case that dog we heard on the other side of the wall at the Packard plant finds a way out. He sounded more like a small black bear than a dog, and a little dose of pepper spray might help convince him that we're not worth the trouble. It's for me, really. Brian is so skinny lately the dog/bear would probably break a tooth on him.
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