Tims Mug Shot
The bi-polar maniac my daughter was dating threatened to come here shooting. I said something to the effect of “Fine. I’ll be waiting on the porch with a shotgun. Bring a Wet Vac so I can sent your bits home to your mama.”
A few days later I was arrested for Unlawful Use of a Telephone. Guys at the jail were asking, “Damn, Bro! How hard ya hit ’em wit it.”
Jail is a crazy place. All six hours of it. I have stories. But not for now.
Charges were dropped. My record is squeaky clean again.