If by some real twisted, half-baked thought that you think they do, keep reading the above until it sinks in or get your parent to explain it.
Oh, and one last thing: in addition to what is listed above, add the RNC, Rush Limbaugh, the author's wife, or their dogs and/or cats.
Just so ya know.
VW
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Well, if I'm a *soldier*, stationed in some forward area of operations, I'd grab that nasty-looking automatic weapon. If I'm *home*, and I'm so inclined to keep a weapon around the house for middle-of-the-night crashes, I'd grab a shotgun. Great weapon, a shotgun: simple to load, simple to use…no real aiming, just point in the general direction and pull the trigger. Although, in *my* house, I probably just blew the cat to bits (that being the chief cause of 3am crashes).
I'll reserve the broom for porch-floor upkeep.
Posted by: Scott | Wednesday, July 08, 2009 at 05:46
Well, it depends on which room of the house I'm in when I hear the loud crash. If I'm in my bedroom, I'd grab the .38 revolver in my nightstand. If I'm in the living room, I'd grab the 9mm automatic from the drawer of my coffee table. If I'm in the office, I'd grab the .380 automatic from the desk drawer. If I'm in the guest bedroom, I would grab the Mossberg 12 gauge pump. I would not grab the Marlin 30-06 or the 35 Remington lever-action unless the no-gooder has ran back out the door and had managed to run a far as 40-50 yards or more and was still making progress and foolishly thinking he'd gotten away. If I was in the kitchen and couldn't get to any of the above I would probably grab the 12-inch cast iron skillet, for use as a shield and club, and the butcher knife with a 12-inch blade, for use as a short sword, and then relentlessly pursue, engage, and dispatch my prey. Then I'd go back to whatever it was I was doing when I was so rudely interrupted and I guess I would feed him to the pigs in the morning. No sense in making a big deal out of it. It just goes with the territory and I'm very territorial.
Posted by: John Hampton | Wednesday, July 08, 2009 at 12:15