[ WP ] Whatever you may need at a given moment appears in your pocket , could be money , a ticket , a condom ... but today , when you were at the grocery store , instead of the money you where expecting you got a gun .

It had all started with a carnivorous rat. Yep. I was wearing a new pair of jeans, a new T - shirt and new shoes, all hand-made. And that was the same day a guy decided to mug me. I shoved my hands deep inside my pocket, desperately hoping for some money to fork over, but deep down, I knew it had to be empty. But it was n't. I remember, as I started hyperventilating when I saw the light glinting off the sharp edge of the knife, thinking I would die that day just because I did n't bring my wallet. 
 
 In a panic, I thrust my hands into the pockets, and my fingers closed around a rat. A furry rodent with really sharp teeth. Not knowing anything better to do, I threw it at him. Turns out, when a rat is trying to chew on your eyeballs, your first instinct is going to be to throw your hands to your face. And unfortunately for him, the mugger forgot he had a knife in his hand. Needless to say, It did n't end prettily. 
 
 But after that, every single time I wore those pants and desperately needed something, it appeared. but it never was something I expected. I had pulled out a bag full of pubes, half a tooth, and a bubble-head figurine of myself before. 
 
 Right now, I pulled out a gun while expecting change for the shopkeeper. I compared this to the rat incident, and the rabbit's eye. Hmmmm, this ca n't be a mistake, right. I mean, the pockets always knew best. I pointed the gun straight at the shopkeeper. 
 
 To my surprise, he tore off his face, and threw it on the floor. Except, it was n't his face. It was a mask. His real face looked similar to a cross between a turtle and a hot- air balloon. In short, it was n't pretty. He grunted at me, and motioned for me to follow him. Whew, pocket - 1, shopkeeper - 0. I silently chuckled to myself, continuing to keep the suspicious shopkeeper at gunpoint. 
 
 We arrived at a small room. He quietly unlocked it, and gestured for me to enter. As I opened the door, I almost fainted. I quickly unzipped my pants, and shouted:'' Harambe has returned. Dicks out for Harambe.''
