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Mr Dish · January 2, 2012, 11:14 AM

Once.

I went downstairs because I heard a squeaky door. I knew my daughter was already home and asleep (she had come home after hanging out with her friends). I walked down the stairs and scared the crap out of a friend of hers that she allowed to spend the night in the basement rather than driving home after drinking. He instantly dropped to his knees with his hands over is head like a good boy should when a girls Daddy points a gun at him.
Now she wakes me up and tells me when she has a friend over.

January 2, 2012, 11:14 AM	#62
Mr Dish Senior Member Join Date: December 25, 2009 Location: Shepherd, MI Posts: 128	Once. I went downstairs because I heard a squeaky door. I knew my daughter was already home and asleep (she had come home after hanging out with her friends). I walked down the stairs and scared the crap out of a friend of hers that she allowed to spend the night in the basement rather than driving home after drinking. He instantly dropped to his knees with his hands over is head like a good boy should when a girls Daddy points a gun at him. Now she wakes me up and tells me when she has a friend over. __________________ Vote Libertarian or QUIT COMPLAINING!