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I had to pull a gun on someone this morning
Someone wouldn't stop ringing my doorbell at 4am this morning.
The movie "The Strangers" played in my head. Dog wouldn't stop barking. Grabbed my low-quality 9mm (that would probably jam tbh) Snuck around my house as this dude continued to ring my doorbell to see if I could get a better look. Couldn't see anything. I nutted up, cocked my gun, planted my leg next to the door so I could open it only an inch and stuck the barrel out the door. "WHO THE FUCK IS IT?!" It was the neighborhood crackhead asking for $3. Three dollars. Couldn't fall back to sleep because of adrenalin. Went to work early feeling like a bad ass. I'm telling you because everyone else is tired of hearing me brag. | ||
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Did you give him the $3?
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Damn happy to live in northern norway. Guns only come out for hunting(animals).
Get a lil camera at your front door? And perhaps a shotgun? | ||
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You’re bragging about being afraid to open the door to your house?
Praying for you dude, wow
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My friend had this happen but he had a screen door and a regular door when we were about 18. The guy wouldnt leave him alone so my friend one punch tko'd him through the screen door. Had to get a new screen but was worth it. Classic
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Oh a TKO actually. Who reffereed?
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I don't live near crackheads
I also haven't encountered any that I would need a pistol to deal with
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I had a prison yard swole ass mexican dude come poundin on my door when i was livin in crime zone back when i was 16. Dude demanded to know if Throndor was home.
I told him casually..... "nah bro, he just went to the store" Dude proceeded to start makin threats, tellin me "well, when you see him tell that lil bitch...." That was when i bombed on him, aiming about a fooy and a half behind his head, knocking him unconscious, then i shut the door, locked the deadbolt, and proceeded to spark up a blunt with 8-head Ed and a bunch of the other crips in the neighborhood i used to chill with after they tried to jump me 2-3 months after i moved into their hood. Dude got up a few minutes later, yelling "fuck" before stompin away off my porch. Good times. Never found out who sent him to my house, but i suspect it was my girlfriends sureno heroin dealing dad. He didnt like me much | ||
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