Connemara
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You can always tell when Bob woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
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You can always tell when Bob woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Was walking to the bars last night. An obviously drunk driver went flying around a corner down the wrong way on a one-way street, and almost nailed a guy on a bike. He then screeched the tires and made a u-turn in the middle of the street. In the process he went right by a cop who was sitting in a bank parking lot. The cop did nothing but yell something at him thru the open window. As I walked past the cop car, I said "nice work, jackass". The A-hole cop tails me thru the parking lot, flashes his lights, gets out, checks my ID, pats me down for weapons or drugs...totally unnecessary.
Girls who only dance with one another.
I used to get fix it tickets for my lights, my exhaust and my tires all the time from the rookie cops or the few that were pricks around where we lived. I'd just smile, gladly take the ticket and say "Thanks, I'll just have Stan (the Cheif of Police) sign it off for me at my Dad's poker game on Sat night." (for a few years my Dad hosted huge local poker tourneys).
I used to get fix it tickets for my lights, my exhaust and my tires all the time from the rookie cops or the few that were pricks around where we lived. I'd just smile, gladly take the ticket and say "Thanks, I'll just have Stan (the Cheif of Police) sign it off for me at my Dad's poker game on Sat night." (for a few years my Dad hosted huge local poker tourneys).
I used to get fix it tickets for my lights, my exhaust and my tires all the time from the rookie cops or the few that were pricks around where we lived. I'd just smile, gladly take the ticket and say "Thanks, I'll just have Stan (the Cheif of Police) sign it off for me at my Dad's poker game on Sat night." (for a few years my Dad hosted huge local poker tourneys).
I used to get fix it tickets for my lights, my exhaust and my tires all the time from the rookie cops or the few that were pricks around where we lived. I'd just smile, gladly take the ticket and say "Thanks, I'll just have Stan (the Cheif of Police) sign it off for me at my Dad's poker game on Sat night." (for a few years my Dad hosted huge local poker tourneys).
I used to get fix it tickets for my lights, my exhaust and my tires all the time from the rookie cops or the few that were pricks around where we lived. I'd just smile, gladly take the ticket and say "Thanks, I'll just have Stan (the Cheif of Police) sign it off for me at my Dad's poker game on Sat night." (for a few years my Dad hosted huge local poker tourneys).
Yeah, I hate those prick cops who always try to catch you when you do something illegal. Fuckin' pigs always tryin' to keep a brutha down.
+1. It's good to know that family connections can still work to the advantage of petulant sons of privilege everywhere. Otherwise, what would this country be coming to?