a girl just walked past my house wearing a zorro mask and carrying a long stick.
vigilante crime fighter? hopelessly lost trick-or-treater? either way, i'm glad she's patrolling my street.
unfortunately i was startled and didn't go out to meet her, or even take a picture. but she looked like this:
|"i can kill 20 armed men at once"|
except her hair was brunette.
and no leather gloves, or costume.
and she was older.
and she wasn't in an aggressive fighting posture.
too bad, zorro girl. we might have been soul mates.