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Honestly, my dream engagement is to meet the commies without any law enforcement enforcement backdrop.

One of the funniest things I ever read was a news report about a group of siblings, two men and a woman, who shared a house in Pennsylvania.

On a frosty December morning, the woman sat in the kitchen at about 3 am, preparing for an early shift. A young thug forced the front door open and entered the room. The woman crawled under the kitchen table and began screaming.

One of her brothers heard the commotion, ran down the stairs and into the kitchen door frame. He rebounded and came to rest, bleeding and quite unconscious, on the living room floor. The young thug stood in utter amazement as the third sibling, clad only in his underwear, peered into the room and exclaimed, "Oh boy! I've been waiting for this chance for a long time!"

The brother ducked back and returned, still in his "tighty-whities," carrying a huge double edged battle axe.

This was too much for the young thug. He scrambled out the door and down the street through the swirling snow. with the brother, axe in hand, in close pursuit.

The sister's screams subsided and she checked on the wounded brother who had regained consciousness. As she treated a minor gash on his forehead, the police arrived with the BVD Barbarian in tow. He kept up the chase for about a block and a half until his bare feet could no longer tolerate the icy pavement.

He was not brought up on charges; but I never heard whether they returned the axe.

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