I thought it was mother palm and her four lovely daughtersEl Floppo said:btw- given our demographic, did anybody else read "late night visitor" as having prostate/peeing issues?
Have a friend who lives in God's Country up a half-mile drive. Politely meeting any strangers on the porch with a shotgun cradled in his arm was SOP when he was a kid.So some people grab their guns when somebody rings their doorbell? Where do you guys live? Aleppo?
There's NO penis like SNOW penis, come on everybody, sing along!
i dont know but alaska take that to the bank brohanI dunno. Wuz aleppo with you?What's Aleppo?
I think a call to the police station would have been in order after that!One night(1-2am) I got a loud knocking on the door. I lived in a 2 level townhouse, my bedroom on the second floor in the back. I ignore the knocks. They get louder.
And then the outside is yelling "This is the police, open up" I head down the stairs in a pair of shorts. Look thru the peephole and sure enough it is the police. I open the door and they ask if I am "John Doe". Obvious to me I am not. They ask for ID and to keep the door open. I do and I head to the kitchen table which is in view from the front door. As I walk back, I see more cops at my sliding door backdoor.
Show them my ID and they say they are sorry and leave. Did not sleep a wink the rest of the night.
So somebody rings my doorbell late on the night of a holiday, and when I check to see what's going on, tears off down the street, I'm assuming that guy is knocking to see if I'm home and then when nobody answers, is going to kick the door in and rob the place. Then, the very next holiday weekend, I get the same knock on the door, and the deja vu I felt told me that this was the same guy. I went for the gun. Absolutely. And when I saw the exact same truck screaming up the hill, I'm glad I did. At the time, I had an infant in the house and a wife that sleeps through anything. Had I not been at home and she didn't hear the doorbell, what would've happened? This guy would've assumed nobody was home and kicked the door in.So some people grab their guns when somebody rings their doorbell? Where do you guys live? Aleppo?
You don't know this. The guy could just be banging your wife. Late-night holiday booty call and all.So somebody rings my doorbell late on the night of a holiday, and when I check to see what's going on, tears off down the street, I'm assuming that guy is knocking to see if I'm home and then when nobody answers, is going to kick the door in and rob the place. Then, the very next holiday weekend, I get the same knock on the door, and the deja vu I felt told me that this was the same guy. I went for the gun. Absolutely. And when I saw the exact same truck screaming up the hill, I'm glad I did. At the time, I had an infant in the house and a wife that sleeps through anything. Had I not been at home and she didn't hear the doorbell, what would've happened? This guy would've assumed nobody was home and kicked the door in.
My wife went back to grad school a few years ago. It was too far to commute, so we left our home and rented another house near campus (we have since returned, we just couldn’t live here and have a 3.5 hour commute each way). Anyway, the 3rd day we’re there I get a knock at the door at night. I ignore it. More knocking annnnnd it’s the police. I open up and you could see the look on his face immediately drop and he says “ you’re not ______.” I say no, but we just moved in here and I’d be happy to get you the property manager’s number. He tells me no don’t worry about it, he’ll take care of it. That was pretty much the end of it except I got like 9 summons and child support letters over the next month sent to the same name.One night(1-2am) I got a loud knocking on the door. I lived in a 2 level townhouse, my bedroom on the second floor in the back. I ignore the knocks. They get louder.
And then the outside is yelling "This is the police, open up" I head down the stairs in a pair of shorts. Look thru the peephole and sure enough it is the police. I open the door and they ask if I am "John Doe". Obvious to me I am not. They ask for ID and to keep the door open. I do and I head to the kitchen table which is in view from the front door. As I walk back, I see more cops at my sliding door backdoor.
Show them my ID and they say they are sorry and leave. Did not sleep a wink the rest of the night.
Totally agree. I have no clue how I lived the first few decades of my life there. I'd go crazy now.They should move.
When I was in college we lived in this house that was right across from the girls dorms on campus. We were on a street leading up to the school. Anyway, we were notorious for stuff like this.
And needs a shave!That snow dong shows some serious craftsmanship.
I don’t want to have a dog but a speaker that turns on at night that is tied to a Ring like video security system that will put out big dog noises when activated is a pretty genius idea.get a German Shepherd those dogs can hear a pin drop on Mars. and they're ultra protective and have deeep barks that scare the crap out of people and other dogs.
I've had 2 of them they're the best..super smart, great companions, super protective, and can turn on the mean streak like it was a light switch..
We had a similar problem with a girl like the you're speaking of, only she was our friend. about 10 of us went bar hopping then decided to sleep at a pal's house so no one had to drive..at about 630a a buddy of mine goes out to have a smoke, and his Girlfriend is coming out of the front door of the house next door! lol. he was lik 'Kathy wtf are you doing over there' she said the same thing to him, wtf are you doing over there. only he was at the right house, she wasn't. the owners came down during the night saw her passed out on the couch, put a blanket on her and let her sleep ..this was about 1992-3..different times back then!
In college, first night after a big snow storm, at like 2am we all had the brilliant idea to make a giant snow penis in the lawn next to the dorm. We all go out to start making it, buddy with a pickup runs off and says he will be right back. 10 minutes later he drives onto the lawn with 2 giant snow balls in the bed, probably 36" each. We roll them off the bed and he takes off again. This time comes back with what he said was the body from a snowdog someone made. It was 24" across and like 4' long. We used those to make a 6'-7' tall snow penis. The guy who did the final carving was a very detailed. Next day our RA figured it was us that made it and we were told we needed to tear it down. Another guy grabs a garbage bag, runs out to the snowdick and puts it over the top, comes back in and says "Now it is art promoting safe sex, can't take it down."
Having grown up in rural Alabama, this was the immediate take I had. Sounds like a methhead.She was on drugs dude