Yall are triggering memories, here's one I can share. This was before my time, so I'm just relaying the story, but one summer day back around 1980 my great uncle Jerry, the one who "didn't know" the cops were after him, asked my dad and one of our cousins to help him paint his moms house, so they did. My dad said at lunch break Jerry went to get them some burgers for lunch and returned with a case of Budweiser, which goes down too fast in our hot southern summer. Well, around 5 they run out of paint and Jerry is starting to buzz around, so he talks them into going to a strip bar, and being 20 year old guys, they did.
My dad said Jerry held it together until about 10 when he started running out of money and brains, at which point he started ripping dollars in half, yeah, some of us are also financially smart.

Anyway that ultimately got them tossed, so they grab some more beer and head home. When they pulled up to drop Jerry off his wife was outside waiting. Turns out Jerry didn't tell her anything earlier and just took off. Another key piece of info is Jerry was a wiry little guy, probably 5'7" and 150lbs, his wife was equally as tall and pushing 200lbs. Anyways, she says something that rubbed Jerry wrong, so he ran around the house and got his weedeater, and proceeded to attack her flowers with it. My dad said Carolyn grabbed him from behind, picked him up off the ground and body slammed him. My dad said Jerry bounced, then got up and went inside without saying another word.
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My dad said she yelled something at them and told them to go home, so they they did as told and got out of there.
Jerry was funny, but I'm glad we didn't know each other when we were both young, but I have his offspring to deal with.