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Crazy stories involving guns and robbers
Shit man, theres a reason why I dont get robbed and thats becuase I dont fuck around. This one time these kids tried to come in my house with knives ( Knives? lol, I know. My car was in the shop, it was a would be burglary), sadly for them, my redneck friend was showing me his shotguns, rifles, and hand guns.
I hear a window break and grab the first 2 hand guns which happened to be a Taurus .45 cal and a S & W urban tactical .40 and my buddy grabs his Mossberg tactical 12 gauge and we quietly run down the stairs and hear them moving around in the garage, which i keep damn near empty so we just sit at the door waiting for them............
They open the door to probably the most shocking thing they ever saw in thier life, a fuckin huge shot gun and two bad ass hand cannons. Me and my buddy immediantly start screaming GET THE FUCK ON THE GROUND! ON THE GROUND YOU FUCKIN FAGGOT! MAKE A SOUND AND I BLOW YOUR FUCKING BRAINS OUT!
Meanwhile I notice they both had knives that they dropped when they saw the guns. This makes me go damn near crazy and I start hitting them with the gun as they cry and beg for mercy. This kids like PLEASE DONT KILL ME MAN and he repeats it like 50 times and my buddy who is on the phone with the cops hands me the phone puts down the shotgun and takes out his buck knife. He stands the kid up, punches him square in the nose, kicks his legs out and puts him in a knife lock ( think headlock + knife)
The kid pees his pants and just starts death squirming and my budddy says FOR GODS SAKE, YOUR THE ROBBER, NOT US, IF WE WANTED YOU DEAD YOUD ALREADY BEEN DONE IN as I tell the police in the most professional way, "The subjects are detained and the situation is under control, have two of your finest come escort these degenerates to the county incarceration facility." (I dont know why but, I always do that when I talk to cops.)
Suprisingly the 911 operator actually really calmed me down but I had to hit them a few more times when I looked at thier IDs and saw that these were the guys that were known for robberies in my neighboring city.
Ofcourse I put away any and all weed related stuff and the police arrive to see a small armory in my living room but luckily all the firearms were 100% legal and registered to my buddy who is part of the state militia. The scumbags are cuffed and the police cant stop laughing when they see the bruises on both thier face and the wet spot. It was sooooo weird, they were patting us on the back and cracking jokes about how it would feel to walk into a house you were trying to rob and be greeted by a guy with a huge shotgun and a guy with 2 hand guns.
I was so weirded out I even outright said "I beat em around a bit, im real sorry." and the cops explode into laughter. One of them even has to sit down and start slapping his knee. They say, "Son, you had more firepower the half the county and you didnt shoot these guys. In this state, if anyone breaks into your house, you can shoot to kill. You dont understand how much paper work you saved us."
They assure me its random becuase these guys have hit so many houses, which is a great relief, and leave me with thier cards and a bunch of solid handshakes and compliments. The cops leave, I patch the window, and load up a .5 of kush, a scoop of kief, some hash, some opium, and more kief into my skyglass. and replay the situation in my mind from a stoned point of view and just say "Whoa. Wow. That really happened?"
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Last edited by fatblunts9-5-4; 03-30-2008 at 05:01 PM.
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