Damn, I remember some dude tried to rob my house, I was drunk as fuckon Vodka, think I'd had like almost a a bottle and a half of the shit.Anyway my mom comes running into my room saying someone is trying to break in, so I grab the closet thing I could use as a weapon, which was a stainless steal poll I use to lift weight with and ran down stairs, I think the robber/junkie shit himself when he heard me run down the stairs like a drunken idiot staggering all over the place. My kitchen window was wide open, cunt killed my cactus by knocking it over and I found a knife outside in my garden.
Fucking junkies man, I wish I caught him in my living room, it would have been worth him breaking into my house just to catch him and smash him across the face with a heavy metal poll.