Munk

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Hey Munk, You make me feel terrible, I'm sad to hear of your on going problems. My stomach is turning. I want to go to MT and shoot that fat f#*k in the knees and let you kick him in the head until you're tired!:mad:

To hell with karma, that is what is in my mind. Then pour gasolene on him and laugh as he flops around!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:mad: :mad:

Let me know if you need any thing........ jsamoska@cfl.rr.com

Sam
 
You're forgetting the genital shot. I had a buddy take out a 6' 4" 280 pound biker bully with a .357 mag genital shot. Nothing left -- turned the guy into a female -- no, worse. Of course, my buddy had to go into hiding after the deed.
 
Oof, a .357? I wonder what an Ang Khola wold do with one good clean swipe....
 
Once heard from a friend of a friend of a friend...

This guy had lent another some money and the guy hadn't repaid, so he took some kind of blasting starter and slipped it on one of the engine mounts of the guy's car. Wound the wire behind a few rows of cars in the parking lot and ignited it. He didn't think the engine was going to literally separate from the car, and he certainly didn't expect it to fly over and past the car he was hiding from the blast behind. Needless to say he made an abrupt exit.

And he also said the next morning the guy who owed the friend of a friend dropped by to pay the full amount owed. Early that morning. Very early.
 
Should also add this as the difference between the professional and the amateur.

Can't think of the name ( Chartrand ) but it was a guy who owned one of the smaller South Shore clubs and didn't have a friend to his name. He almost put one of my old bosses out of business by failling to pay up for delivered work for several months.

In his case, he got up one morning, got into his car, backed up out of his garage, down the driveway, onto the road, put the car in forward and a second later went thru the hardtop roof of his Lincoln or Caddy. Apparently dynamite was involved.

Finally, there was the guy who commited suicide down at Cave Rock in the early 50's by shooting himself. Twice. In the back of his head. With a 357 magnum.

( It had to be someone from out of town who committed suicide, as the only 357 in the area was owned by the Undersheriff in charge of the Zephyr Point substation . Never found the gun either. )
 
Uncle's tale makes me look over my left shoulder at ( deleted ).

( On second thought it's gonna stay deleted, just in case I meet a certain someone in a dark alley. )

Maybe there is such a thing as karma ( licks lips ).
 
After the shooting incident which occurred in a Las Vegas bar my pal "disappeared" into the desert of Nye County and worked graveyard tending bar in a brothel. There was a trial regarding the shooting and he walked away clean but the biker gang did not agree with the judge so he later relocated to Florida.
 
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