Saturday morning feel good stories
Bobo sends us a story from Goodlettsville, Tennessee. 52-year-old Tony Joe Gunter was mad because his girlfriend of two years broke up with him when she found out about his extensive criminal history. So he started breaking into her home. In response, she got an ADT security system. While the installer was there, she noticed that her cell phone was missing – that’s when she saw Gunter’s feet sticking out from under the bed. So, she shot one of his feet and held him at gun point until the police arrived. I’m surprised that his attempt to win her back failed.
In Copperas Cove, Texas, near Fort Hood, Damontay Devin Holmes, 20, turned up at the local hospital with a gunshot wound. He told police that he was just minding his own business outside of Walmart when someone shot him. Under further investigation, Holmes admitted that he had been with friends when they decided to “hit a lick” in the local parlance meaning to “commit a robbery”. They took a rifle and kicked in an apartment door, yelling for everyone to get down, punctuating the command with gunfire. The residents had their own gun and returned fire before they ran out the back door. Holmes’ four friends took him to the hospital and dropped him off, but he dimed them out under scrutiny by the police.
Category: Feel Good Stories
I lived in Copperas Cove for close to 6 years. I didn’t know anyone in that town who DIDN’T have a gun.
Dumbasses are lucky they didn’t “hit a slab”…
A thief having so little honor that he rats on his buddies? Color me surprised. I hope his gunshot wound infects, and makes him whine and snivel, and that his friends do the same amount of time as him.
I’m glad to know that not only did the young lady have a gun, she also had a witness to the ex-ex-now damned fool when she shot his foot. I hope she got her cell phone back okay.
The ex shot Tony Joe’s foot. Ouch. Nothing says lovin’ like a shot to the foot. That’ll put a limp to his stride, make him easier to catch in prison when Bubba, Thor, Tiny, and Dr Julio also feel like a little “lovin'”.
It always goes the same. “Okay brothers, if anybody gets caught, nobody says nothin’. Right! You feel me!” “Yea brother we’re with you man”. That lasts only until the police lean a little bit on the one caught and offer deals for names. Then the “brother from another mother” crap goes to hell in a hand basket. Honor among thieves is an oxymoron.