Lol. You remember the picture of my middle daughter Jess, the one flipping the bird, right? She had a few boyfriends that I wanted to kill, but funny enough she worked at a bar as a server and her boss the manager, was around my age and he and a few other older men treated he as a daughter, which was really cool of them, I met them all. Anyway, this one "boyfriend" did someone to her (I still haven't been told to this day for fear of me hunting him down) and th guy was supposed to be going to where she worked, I found out, hauled ass to her work, an ambulance pass me going the opposite direction, thought nothing of it at the time. So I get there jump out of my truck and I'm met by her boss Steve and the other nice gentleman who watch over her, well first thing they said was "Hey, chill, we took care of it, I promise!" Then they talked me into disarming myself. I had a M-14 rifle and 12ga. Riot Shotgun slung on my shoulders, I had 2 Kimber .45 cal pistols w/ shoulder holsters and a huge Bowie knife. Oh, in the truck I had 2,000+ rounds of ammunition. Yea, that guy was going to die that night if I got a hold of his ass! So they gave me a few beers and food and I chilled out. That ambulance that passed me? That was that little f**ker I wanted to kill! Her boss and those wonderful gentleman stomped his ass so f**king bad (they broke 30 some bones of his) that he was laid up for over a year!! Her boss told me he knew if I got there he was going to get it, that's why they hurried up and beat his ass so they can drag him a few doors down so I wouldn't see him if I got there quickly.. He told the cops he started a fight and had his ass beat, they didn't blink and said "Ok!" How bout them apples? Lmao! :)
