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I tell a lot of my friends where I live, big deal. If they are my friends I trust them. If they are a problem I have a half dozen firearms at the ready, and everyone in my family, not just me, knows how to use them. What? Me worry? Not with alarms, two big dogs and watchful neighbors, eh. Oh, and a carnivorous cat with one hell of a mean streak.
LOL
Oh, and you can get drunk in my kitchen, but I'll just pop a pain pill thank you. (For my arthritis of course.)
EDIT: on second thought, my garage is more fun.
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