A36-year-old punk in Dallas thought he found an easy, “white bread” pair of victims in a elderly couple Tuesday night, October 28th. Stories 1, 2, 3
Turns out the violent predator made a sudden, profound error in his victim selection process.
In other words, old age and treachery beat out youth and, in this case, lack of skills as the hoodlum knocked the elderly woman to the ground after snatching her gold necklace. Her husband, a licensed concealed carrier, drew his gun and explained things in a way Mr. Punk never had them explained to him before – one round at a time. BANG! Ouchie! BANG! Ouchie! Stop shooting me! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The thug tried to drive away but became rather sleepy as a result of bleeding from his painful – oh, so painful – gunshot wounds. He crashed and by the time police got there (take your time finding that “11” key on your phone when calling 9-11 in a situation like this), Mr. Bad Guy was no longer stealing oxygen.
The best part: the elderly woman’s going to be okay, police released the victim with a pat on the back and the taxpayers of Texas won’t have to pay to babysit a dangerous turd for the next twenty years!
Whoo hooo!
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