Cato
2009-05-13 05:27:12
When I was a kid in the early 1950s, a friend of my Dad’s confronted some (armed) burglars with his (quite legal, tax paid, owned since the mid-1920s) Thompson submachine gun. It was a local joke for many years, because not only did the would-be robbers drop their Saturday nigh specials and run, they lost control of their bowels and beshat themselves, and so were easily found by the sheriff’s dogs who followed their ‘scent’.
