He picked the wrong diner ...

I can just imagine the wonder on the face and the cranberry sauce in the trousers of the asshat who'd kick in our front door on Thanksgiving and face a very protective dog and four adults presenting a S&W .38special, a Glock G26 9mm, a Sig Sauer .40 and a Mossberg .410 shotgun.

I only invite the coolest (and best armed) family members to holiday dinners!