Thelma and Louise have been friends ever since Louise beat up Bobby Smith for calling Thelma a name. They've been through thick and thin together. Thelma needed some advice this day.

"Louise, I'm going to shoot that no-good, lying, drunken, gambling, whoring bum I'm married to."

"Okay, you can get off with the abused wife defense. He needs killing."

"Killing? I don't intend to kill him. That would relieve his suffering. I'm just going to shoot him in a lot of non-vital places. Well, one place vital to him but no one else."

"So, what's the problem?"

"Blood. I think there's going to be a lot of blood. Who's going to clean up that mess? Me. I'm always cleaning up the mess he makes."

"Yea, I see. Do it in the garage. Then, after the ambulance leaves, you hose the place down. Not too much work."

"Garage? We keep the lawn mower there. When the car needs fixed that's where it goes. How would I lure him there? I doubt he knows where the place is."

"Hmm. I guess doing it at his shop won't work. Even he has one friend to testify against you."

"No, he doesn't have any friends. But his brother might. It would be just my luck to pick a day his stupid brother shows up for work. Then I'd have to shoot him too."

"Well, there's got to be a way. We've always come up with something before."

When Thelma's husband got home that night he saw her standing in the middle of the living room. He decided to go over and barf on her. As he took a step into the room he heard a crinkling sound. He looked down and said to Thelma, "Hey! Why is there a plastic sheet on the floor?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!