Pistol-packing grandma turns tables on armed intruder

Clicked on the thread and gave an upvote for solid topic

I could see my Gmaw on dad's side fricking someone up.... people were scared of my grandma when she got on her cheap Canadian whisky..... she once stabbed my grandpa and he almost died from bleeding out from his femoral artery

Dad owned a bar and would get a call sometimes mid-day by the bar maid telling him his mom was up at the bar hanging out and cursing anyone she felt like curing. She asked customers/patrons 'who the frick you looking at?'', So about once a week my pops would have to ride up to the bar or send one of us grandkids to go try and coax grandma into leaving the bar with us before she would literally run all the business out of the bar that was just up there trying to have a game of pool..... Gmaw was a savage. She could hold her own. RIP

And that bar maid fricking knew not to over pour the coke in toping off Gmaw's Canadian Mist that was kept behind the bar for her.... ohhh weee ww3 would pop off if she got sent a weak drink.


/Sorry for the Cool Gmaw Story Baw

Your grandma sounds like she was pure trash.