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    Quote Originally Posted by alamo5000 View Post
    It's all fun and games until you get your door kicked in and get forcibly dragged out and hog tied on your own lawn by the SWAT Team.

    They might be stupid but I think they realized they eff'd with the wrong guy.
    I can't believe that they'd be stupid enough to break into rooms in a hotel full of every kind of cop there is. Reminds me of a movie, can't remember which, where a couple of morons walk into a packed bar. They brandish their weapons and demands everyone's money. Next thing they know is there is about 40 or so pistols pointing at them. That's when one of the morons look at the other, and says "you dumb ass, this is a cop bar"....
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    Quote Originally Posted by FortTom View Post
    I can't believe that they'd be stupid enough to break into rooms in a hotel full of every kind of cop there is. Reminds me of a movie, can't remember which, where a couple of morons walk into a packed bar. They brandish their weapons and demands everyone's money. Next thing they know is there is about 40 or so pistols pointing at them. That's when one of the morons look at the other, and says "you dumb ass, this is a cop bar"....
    We had a place like that here and I miss the hell out it and the guy that ran it (RIP Good Ole Dave, the workin' man's friend). It was called the Union Bar and it was straight-up all public safety all the time. Cops, Firefighters, EMS, and Judges and Prosecutors. Some people have tried to start shit, and it never ended well for them. We had dart leagues on Tuesday and Thursday nights and one sad crackhead got himself pelted with hammerhead darts! Another time it was the big fucking ashtray. The saloonkeeper let us all behind the bar to serve ourselves and our buddies. We had our own mugs hanging up (Well-earned after buying the first ocean of beer!), and if shit got really bad (it never did), Dave kept a Mannlicher Carcano under the lunch counter and you could help yourself to the derringer in the cash register. Dave knew your name the second time you walked through the door, always asked about your kids and always flattered the ladies. I miss that guy!
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