Just disabled an armed robber in Chick-fil-a... Thank God I'm alive..
Well, I just spent the last 2 hours in the police station and got interviewed by 3 different news crews. Those of you in Atlanta can watch it on the big 3 channels at 11. I'm ok other than a busted knuckle.
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that's the chick fil a
Holy chit talk about nuts.. I was on my lunch break and decided to head into town to grab some Chick-fil-a. I was going to go through the drive thru, but I was starving and wanted to eat inside. I go in and everything seems perfectly normal. There are about three people in line in front of me and a teenage couple behind me. Just as the first guy is turning around to go to his seat, I hear a male voice shout "Get the fuk on the floor NOW!" The teenage girl screamed and as I turned around, I saw this mid 50's White guy butt her in the face with what looked like a sawed off 12 gauge Remington shotgun. Everyone quickly started hitting the floor as I helped her sit up. I don't know why I did what I did next, but instead of laying down like everyone else (I was on one knee), I sprang up and grabbed the barrel, well the pump, of the the shotgun. I slammed it right into the bridge of his nose. The guy fell back into the trash cans (Letting go of the weapon). At this point I totally blacked out and kicked guy square in the face about 4 times. He was out of it, but he said one thing- "Where the fuk did you come from?!!" I looked at this POS and said- In West Philadelphia born and raised, On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out max and relaxin' shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple o' guys that were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighboorhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said, "You're movin' with your antie and uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, license plate said FRESH, had a dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Man, forget it." Yo-holmes, to Bel Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie "Peace holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.
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Originally Posted by Ms Dollar
