Sometime during Love, American Style or Room 222, a slew of rowdy kids started swarming around the street and house, yelling and raising hell. It was scary. The baby sitter called Mom and Dad. Dad pulled in the drive a few minutes later, slightly lubricated with Canadian Club.
He pulled a double-sided axe from the wall of the garage and walked out into the melee, the axe at his side.
"All of you get the hell out of here!" he hollered, walking around the property. "Now! I mean right the hell now!"
Dad walked back in the garage, replaced the axe and came inside. "Had no intention of using it other than broadside on someone's ass if they got cute."
He fixed a drink, got in the car and went back to the party. The rest of the night passed uneventfully.
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