How To Get A Felon To Start Gellin
You know if it weren’t for the Dallas Cowboys, Texas would be a paradise. I mean it’s right up there at the top of the food chain except for Uncle Jerry Jones and America’s Team.
I always get this way on the eve of a Washington Redskins-Dallas Cowboys game, which will be happnin’ Sunday afternoon here in the capitol city. Actually, the stadium is over in Landover, Maryland, which is about a 45 minute drive in good traffic from where I reside. On gameday it’s a bad traffic day, and that 45 minutes could turn into 2-3 hours, and I don’t have that kind of patience anymore, if I ever did in the first place.
So I watch the games from the supreme comfort of my lazy boy recliner, which is also strategically placed closed to the refrigerator, and bathroom. Why anybody would want to actually go to the stadium is beyond me.
You certainly can’t take a nap there, which is what I end up doing most of the time. In fact, last weeks game was the only one this season that actually kept me awake. Will lightning strike twice in the same place? I doubt it; so I have all my pillows and blankets ready.
I got a good post from a woman in Houston who had to use one of her tools last week, that being Mace Pepper Gel. She had come home and entered her house through the back door. She entered her kitchen, and just as she was about to turn on the light she heard a noise on the front porch.
She walked over to where she kept a canister of Mace Pepper Gel on the counter, next to the phone, and picked it up, sliding the button to the on position. There was indeed someone on the porch, and they were working on getting the front door open.
She quietly moved close to the door, staying in a shadow. After about a minute the mook had opened the lock, and then he opened the door. He stepped through the door when our gal opened fire, spraying the gel right into the mooks face.
His response was classicly textbook. He tried to rub it out of his eyes, his nose, and mouth. Our gal then moved in to strike a blow…straight to his nutz, and you could say he was flummoxed a tad as he fell to the hardwood floor, bruising a few body parts in the process. She made him crawl out of the house and off the porch while he was experiencing the burn.
She called police, who hauled the mook off. Turns out he was on parole, which means he’ll be off the street for a good long time.
http://www.bigkahunasecurity.com/peppergel.htm
The lucky thing for the mook was that most Texans would have used a gun with a large caliber on him, and then we wouldn’t have to be wasting taxpayer dollars for food and shelter for the next twenty years.
But he’s off the street.
And she still has two thirds of a can left on the counter.
Stay aware, alert, and have a plan.
Aloha kaua,
Nui (Big) Kahuna
