Target Practice

I wanted to save time in a bottle so I could spend every minute with her when I found out that my wife was pregnant.  My desire was to save every day till eternity passes away, but then coming back from our honeymoon at Niagara Falls, the bus flipped over after it hit a wet patch on the road, and I lost her forever and my dreams would never come true.  I became a widow instead of being a dad and now I wanted to smash that bottle to smithereens.  She was not having my baby and I had to release my anger somehow.  I lined the bottle in my sights and said, “Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, you poor boy, you’re bound to die.”  I pulled my trigger, now it’s dead, watch out daddy has a gun and you better run.  I called my gun Maxwell’s silver hammer…