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Originally posted by Amputate Your Head
I'll use my 5 foot Spanish sword to slice you in half first.... 
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One of the 1st night's I spent at my boyfriend's house (now my husband) I woke up in the middle of the night and heard a noise in the alley. Some crackhead knocked over the garbage cans, trying to break into the house.
Boyfriend goes tearing out into the yard -- but picture this: a 6'5" inch guy who looks like a biker, wearing nothing but jockey shorts, bellowing and swinging a 15 lb. morningstar mace. Mr. Crackhead screamed and hauled ass down the alley, and we slept soundly the rest of the night.
Hubby and I met through the Society for Creative Anachronism, which explains why he had a mace leaning against the wall behind his bedroom door in the first place.