Then he eats, shoots & leaves.

Thieves Steal Man's Car, Money And Pants, and of course, the squirrels.

Snarfangel: Then he eats, shoots & leaves.

Why journalists got to be hatin' on the Oxford comma?

At least they didn't take his clothes, boots and motorcycle.

"Are these your drugs?"
"Naw man."
"They were in your pants pocket."
"Naw see. Deez my Cuuuuuuzin's pants."

Victim is pantsless, I repeat, pantsless.

I remember a few years one of my neighbor's kids got robbed on his way home from school. They took just about everything, he went home in his socks and underwear. He deserved it though.

Was the car pants too?

Don't worry- HE'LL BE BACK.

Life imitates cartoons once again.

I want your boots, your clothes and your motorcycle.

In that order? He could have saved a step by stealing the pants (assuming the money is in there) and then the car.

Not that uncommon. Discourages pursuit.

Leeds: Don't worry- HE'LL BE BACK.

Came to see this... Leaving satisfied.

When I was about 6 years old, a man knocked on our door using our doormat to cover himself. Some thieves stole his car, and took his pants and underwear to slow him down from getting help, I guess.

All I remember is my grandma (who was visiting at the time) shuffling me off to my room and telling me not to come out till she said so, and looking at our front door as she hurried me by, and wondering why the strange man was holding our doormat over himself.


/csb

Billy Crystal and Gregory Hines know all about it. It was probably Julio.

Ah, Daytona Beach. Scumbag capital of America (with Staten Island following close behind).

I need to leave this horrible, horrible place.