What makes me lock the door and close the drapes? Sunset. I used to live in a pretty big city, so leaving nothing to chance has become a habit.
What would make you check your lock and close your drapes?
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Camera crews, randomly bursting in and documenting one's lack of decor sense.
...and I'm bringing the beer....plus extra rounds...remember?....The Zombie Apocalypse worries me.....but I'm prepared....I'm gonna be the guy picking off zombies from my roof with a rifle..lol
...Patrick with no pants on and weenie in hand.....wait!!!, somethin' there made not a lick of sense...DAMMITT!...did it again, used lick and weenie in the same sentence...damn my hide!...
It only takes one zombie to realize that it's just a pane of glass.......just sayin'. Forget the windows, nail plywood over those suckers!!!!
I'll nail zombies over them, kill two birds with one stone.
So that was you I saw on that Extreme Make-over: The Whole House Edition?
See, I already have all my window sills and doorsteps covered in garlic. I have silver bullets to ward off the hairy guys. I have an ahnk handy. My windows are boarded up to prevent the broken-glass-entry. There's no basement or attic, so that's covered. I am PREPARED!!!! As for ET's, if their looking for a 'leader of the people' or the 'smartest person' then they are coming to the wrong house.
I'll letter use my Anaconda! Or my .44Mag Ranch Hand!
When I was twelve we lived smack darn between the Menninger Clinic and the state mental hospital. When a patient wandered off campus, we locked the doors, closed the drapes and let the setters out onto the porch! Yes, indeed we did!
LOL, yeah they might have found that a bit off. You can always list something run of the mill for your reason to have a license, but we'll know the real reason for having the CCL....
Ty Pennington's on a new series, I'm happy to seeSo that was you I saw on that Extreme Make-over: The Whole House Edition?
LOL, yeah they might have found that a bit off. You can always list something run of the mill for your reason to have a license, but we'll know the real reason for having the CCL....
"All lawful purposes"
My town won't give out CCL's. Best you can do is get a Class A (high capacity) Handgun with a hunting and target restriction. Pretty lame
On vacation is about the only time the door is locked, drapes closed. Voices in the hallway or on the sidewalk outside the window, car doors closing, thumps. There was this once I'm sitting at my desk, window open, warm summer night, blood-curdling scream. Right outside the window. I was halfway down the exterior stairs before I realized I was barefoot, no shirt, in my scivvy shorts...came to a halt on the cold concrete but then I heard Jim open his door and head off at a rush down the hallway toward the interior stairwell. We lived on the second floor. Lady from next door...student...had her purse grabbed by some knucklehead, long gone. This other time, same thing, sitting at my desk, reading or whatever...glass breaks. I go to one window, part the drapes, open window, stick my head out...
...this was a neighborhood where, shortly after moving in...ground floor corner apartment, I wake up one morning, hear voices outside, look outside, and guys in nylon windbreaks, letters on the back, have the house there posted at all corners, handguns. I think whoever was living there was long gone as they pow-wowed in the parking lot.
...anyway, glass breaks, I look out one window, nothing. Walk through to the living room window, part drapes, look out, I see some guy walking under the overhanging walkway of the apartment house across from me. He pauses at what I know is the office there, reaches in through a broken window, opens the door, steps in. Wow! I get on the horn...this is before cell phones...talking to the 911 operator, guy breaking in...corner of Alaska and Chimes I tell her where I'm at...guy comes out of the office, has what appears to be keys...he's trying to open the next door. Waitin. I'm giving her the play-by-play. No cops yet. The guy is back into the office.
I tell the 911 operator I'm going to go tackle the guy. NO! she yells. He's getting away I say...headed toward the river. Ten seconds later a cop car enters the parking lot from the right...another ten seconds and the operator tells me they have him. Thank you. Had to put my shoes on when a cop knocked as brought me over to a car...several cars there...guy in the backseat, cuffed. Yeah, that's him. Wanted to leave town, head north...had to stick around and then the guy must have plead to something...never went before the judge.
...this was a neighborhood where, shortly after moving in...ground floor corner apartment, I wake up one morning, hear voices outside, look outside, and guys in nylon windbreaks, letters on the back, have the house there posted at all corners, handguns. I think whoever was living there was long gone as they pow-wowed in the parking lot.
...anyway, glass breaks, I look out one window, nothing. Walk through to the living room window, part drapes, look out, I see some guy walking under the overhanging walkway of the apartment house across from me. He pauses at what I know is the office there, reaches in through a broken window, opens the door, steps in. Wow! I get on the horn...this is before cell phones...talking to the 911 operator, guy breaking in...corner of Alaska and Chimes I tell her where I'm at...guy comes out of the office, has what appears to be keys...he's trying to open the next door. Waitin. I'm giving her the play-by-play. No cops yet. The guy is back into the office.
I tell the 911 operator I'm going to go tackle the guy. NO! she yells. He's getting away I say...headed toward the river. Ten seconds later a cop car enters the parking lot from the right...another ten seconds and the operator tells me they have him. Thank you. Had to put my shoes on when a cop knocked as brought me over to a car...several cars there...guy in the backseat, cuffed. Yeah, that's him. Wanted to leave town, head north...had to stick around and then the guy must have plead to something...never went before the judge.
...the Ranch Hand because of the cool factor....gotta be aware of the heroic image whilst melon splitting 'bies...
In my old neighborhood in jamaica there were always gang shootings every day and night and sometimes they sounded like right next door so that would always freak me out and i would lock and close everything.
He gets on my nerves. Is he hard of hearing because he's always yelling!Ty Pennington's on a new series, I'm happy to see