Apr 05, 2010, 05:15 PM
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Joined Jul 2006
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When things like that happen to me, I lay in bed at night and conjure up all kinds of vicious and evil and nasty stuff to happen to the thief. I would picture my plane on his workbench, starting up all by itself, and in his panic to shut it off, the prop would chop all his fingers off, and maybe one of his legs too. And then it would slice into a power cord and cause a short, and start his house on fire, and then the wind would pick up and his whole town would be burned down. And in the middle of it all his teenage son would come in and announce that he decided he likes guys and wants to run away and get married to his best buddy.
Then I fall asleep, all rested and calm.
Chuck
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