Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down… And shot off their testicles.
“The old lady spent a week hunting those men down and, when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way,” said police investigator Evan Delp.
Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant’s desk and told him as calm as could be: “Those bastards will never rape anybody again, by God.”
Cops say convicted rapist and robber Davis Furth, 33, lost both his penis and his testicles when outraged Ava opened fire with a 9-mm pistol in the hotel room where he and former prison cell mate Stanley Thomas, 29, were holed up.
The wrinkled avenger also blew Thomas’ testicles to kingdom come, but doctors managed to save his mangled penis, police said. “The one guy, Thomas, didn’t lose his manhood, but the doctor I talked to said he won’t be using it the way he used to,” Detective Delp told reporters. “Both men are still in pretty bad shape, but I think they’re just happy to be alive after what they’ve been through.”
The Rambo Granny swung into action August 21 after her granddaughter Debbie was carjacked and raped in broad daylight by two knife-wielding creeps in a section of town bordering on skid row. “When I saw the look on my Debbie’s face that night in the hospital, I decided I was going to go out and get those bastards myself ‘cause I figured the Law would go easy on them,”’ recalled the retired library worker. ” And I wasn’t scared of them, either - because I’ve got me a gun and I’ve been shooting’ all my life. And I wasn’t dumb enough to turn it in when the law changed about owning one.”
So, using a police artist’s sketch of the suspects and Debbie’s description of the sickos, tough-as-nails Ava spent seven days prowling the wino-infested neighbourhood where the crime took place till she spotted the ill-fated rapists entering their flophouse hotel.
“I knew it was them the minute I saw ‘em, but I shot a picture of ‘em anyway and took it back to Debbie and she said sure as hell, it was them,” the oldster recalled…
“So I went back to that hotel and found their room and knocked on the door, and the minute the big one opened the door, I shot ‘em right square between the legs, right where it would really hurt ‘em most, you know. Then I went in and shot the other one as he backed up pleading to me to spare him. Then I went down to the police station and turned myself in.”
Now, baffled lawmen are trying to figure out exactly how to deal with the vigilante granny.. “What she did was wrong, and she broke the law, but it is difficult to throw an 81-year-old woman in prison,” Det. Delp said, “especially when 3 million people in the city want to nominate her for Mayor.”
JUSTICE
BAMF GRANNY
My childhood right here. Except I liked it better when red ranger was still Jason, blue ranger wore glasses, black ranger was literally black and yellow ranger was asian…. also white ranger was still the douche green ranger.
ONLY IN THE PHILIPPINES.
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CHICKEN RESTAURANTS:
FOOD STALL IN THE MARKET:
NOODLE/SOUP RESTAURANT:
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Oh, Deprimere. My love poem to depression.
Oh, Deprimere
Her dark eyes twinkle in the moonlight
And under the starless sky, her gaze holds mine.
Her hair, black as midnight, flows gently in the wind
Like water in a stream.
Like blood from an open wound.
Her face is familiar to me.
But to her, I will never grow accustomed.
She is beautiful beyond reason.
She is terrifying beyond comprehension.
She begins to dance.
The clouds of doubt swirl in time with her gentle steps.
Her dress of shadows flutters gracefully about her knees.
I am lulled.
I am intoxicated.
She smiles invitingly.
As one would for one’s lover.
As one would for one’s prey.
I am captivated.
I am held captive.
I am hers tonight. And every night hereafter.
Oh, Deprimere, my dark muse.
Your touch leaves only fire.
A burning desire to be touched.
To be held.
To be loved and comforted.
Your kiss leaves upon my lips the bittersweet taste of loneliness. Of unrequited love.
Under your gaze, a familiar warmth graces my eyes.
My vision blurs as it trickles gently down my face to leave salt upon my tongue.
In your arms I draw an unexpectedly ragged breath.
I am reminded of how broken I have become.
And while your gentle embrace numbs me,
My soul is bared for those who would see.
Words coalesce to articulate the inexplicable.
Grace springs forth from agony.
Only you have this power over me.
