Like Scott said, we don't marry our cousins. Plus...I watched easy rider. Those inbred toothless hicks ride around in pickups shooting "outsiders" for fun.
Once I was pulled over for a out taillight and when the cop noticed I had a .243 and 12 ga sitting in the passenger seat loaded and uncased he drew on me. It is perfectly legal in my state and I understand he was covering his bases as he watched me unload them. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
I had a guy who was trying to police his neighbors property (which he had no authority/permission what so ever to do) shoot a 30-30 while screaming at me because I was archery hunting. He was trying to intimidate me. I'm glad the police showed up.
When I was 14 a friend shot me with a .22 rifle. We were shooting the wind vane on a barn and I busted his balls because he couldn't hit it and I did. He then pointed it at me and said "Dance Pilgrim", instead I ran. I got to the telephone pole about 50 yards from us and he was still pointing so my dumb azz stood sideways trying to hide behind it. He shot at the pole and pulled his shot right, the bullet grazed the pole and missed my spine by a little over an inch and traveled along my shoulder blade and lodged a few inches from my arm pit. I was also shot at twice while doing my Repo job and once while hunting by a neighboring kid. My final straw was when doing a repo by the Robert Taylor Homes in Chicago across the highway on 54th street. The car appeared to have no alarm and we had cut keys so it looked like a quick grab. Instead it had an alarm and while shorting the battery terminals with a screwdriver I felt a gun to my temple. I got lucky as the Police were a block away when the alarm went off.
I never want it to ever,never,ever happen again!!!! Could be why I want to leave the city and move to some place far in the middle of nowhere....
Don't insult our Southern friends... Cousins are a couple branches to far away on the family tree for marrying.
I had a bow pointed at me as I rounded brush on MY property ... kid was trespassing and said he thought I was a deer ... let's just say he left wounded
Well, that reads better than the impression of adult Tony in a black shirt and white collar beating up a kid... I had pictures of King Pin when Mr. Munson hustled the guy dressed up as a preacher. lol. What's funny where I decide to post mean? Missing what you are saying there.
Wow, a lot of interesting stories on here. So far I have been lucky enough not to have this kind of thing happen...here's to hoping it never does.
Not yet. And I sure hope it doesn't. But in this day in age you never know what can happen and where it will happen.
^^^ bad ju-ju right there. That area is a freaking nightmare. You got balls the size of Tony Montana you do repo work down there.
