Police Story
Police Story
I went to a place where high school kids used to party until this night. There is a parking lot where kids would go to "hang out" I went and I suprisingly was not drinking. After being there for about an hour the whole 5th floor(roof) was filled up with cars, the cars had more than one person. The security guard comes up with his gun drawn and yells "STOP, DON'T MOVE!" Everywhere there were bottles smashing, cans bursting. I ran to my truck and got a knife out of the center console. I ran to the back of my truck and grabbed the plates and took the stairs plates in hand. I went downstairs and ran to a near-by under pass where I heard some other kids talking. We hungout under there while my girl called a friend to pick us up. She came and got us and took us to a friend's house. When we got there a friend called and said "Hey, get your truck they are going to tow it unless you come and get it. They said that you have a gun (It was a pellet gun). Oh and can you pick up my revolver under the McDonalds bag while you are there?" I went back and found my truck about to get towed away. I didn't look for my friend's gun, that's all I needed a posession of a concealed weapon charge. We paid the $60 to get my truck dropped and headded to my Mom's empty little appartment(she had gone out of town) and crashed.
I've had them come out of my nose and I almost had to go to the hospital because my parents thought I had a serious problem when I would drink a certain type of milk. I was in third grade and I would just start to cry because I would get these horrible pains in my stomach. My mother came to the conclusion that it was the kind of milk she made me drink. I could eat all other dary products and I was fine. My Aunt and I were on the way to my grandpa's house one night and I started to cry because of my stomach pains. She said "Oh, well if you tummy hurts this bad then we are going to the hospital" I stopped crying and I haven't had the cramps since.
Let me help, I owes you one....
I walked into a bar with my four girlfriends although I only sleep with two of them at a time. With my knife in one hand and my pellet gun in the other, I climbs on a stool and says to the barkeep,
"ButterMilk."
"Dairy Products?" he says to me.
I was gonna walk out at that remark but my plates were in my back pocket and when I climbed on the stool I ripped my pants wide open.
"Dairy Products?" the barkeep asks again.
I didn't like it but, what could I do?
With my pants split and me out of pellets, I had to just sit there and take it.
And today, that's why I don't like nobody saying "Dairy Products" to me.
Got it, bub?
Originally Posted by CrAz3D
Dairy products
"ButterMilk."
"Dairy Products?" he says to me.
I was gonna walk out at that remark but my plates were in my back pocket and when I climbed on the stool I ripped my pants wide open.
"Dairy Products?" the barkeep asks again.
I didn't like it but, what could I do?
With my pants split and me out of pellets, I had to just sit there and take it.
And today, that's why I don't like nobody saying "Dairy Products" to me.
Got it, bub?
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I walks into a furniture store with my four girlfriends although I only sleep with two of them at a time. With my knife in one hand and my pellet gun in the other, I says to the salesman,
"Looking for some something to sit on that would hide split pants."
"Couch/Chair?" he says to me.
I was gonna walk out at that remark but if I turned around he would see my boxers with the little hearts on them.
"Couch/Chair?" the salesman asks again.
I didn't like it but, what could I do?
My sewing kit was at my mom's house and I didn't think to date a girl who had taken Home-Ec.
I had to just stand there and take it.
And today, that's why I don't like nobody saying "Couch/Chair" to me.
Got it, bub?
Originally Posted by CrAz3D
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Couch/chair
Couch/chair
"Looking for some something to sit on that would hide split pants."
"Couch/Chair?" he says to me.
I was gonna walk out at that remark but if I turned around he would see my boxers with the little hearts on them.
"Couch/Chair?" the salesman asks again.
I didn't like it but, what could I do?
My sewing kit was at my mom's house and I didn't think to date a girl who had taken Home-Ec.
I had to just stand there and take it.
And today, that's why I don't like nobody saying "Couch/Chair" to me.
Got it, bub?



