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Wow Kalindras! That buddy Terry of yours is something else. A true Texan by Gawd!
Being 17 at the time didn't deter the neighbor's kids from across the street from shooting bottle rockets at me when I was on my apt. roof putting up my laundry. They'd even use sling shots and try to shoot cherry bombs over. So, one day I carried the Ruger Old Army and when they commenced to bombard me, I let loose. Of course, it wasn't loaded with any lead (rolled up foil was used instead), but they cried out, "Gun! He's got a gun!" and scattered. They never bothered me after that.
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Vigilantibus et non dormientibus jura subveniunt. Molon Labe!
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