04-29-2005, 08:25 AM | #129 (permalink) |
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Well, since it's 7:18AM, not too many good things have already happened, but the best thing to happen yesterday was when I was pulled over....(funny thing is I was BEHIND him...)
The cop was right on the speed limit n I was driving like a bat out of hell n thinkin about tappin his bumper since he slowed me up and I have psychotic roadrage. Instead of givin him a little bump(not polite to do to cops)...I honked my horn. He moved to the ide of the road letting me pass, so I got happy and passed him. Looked in my rearview mirror n whaddya know...blue lights. I HATE BLUE LIGHTS. To make a long story short...I pulled over, pouted, and heard "next time stay off my ass"...then drove away...ticket-free. [ April 29, 2005, 06:27 AM: Message edited by: L1pgl0ssdL3td0wn ] |
04-29-2005, 08:34 AM | #130 (permalink) |
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bitch. i can never get out of tickets. radar detector is the best investment i've ever made, no tickets in like 3 years (knock knock knock)
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04-29-2005, 02:36 PM | #132 (permalink) |
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Last night I was drinking over at a friend's house and all of a sudden we saw blue and red lights in the window. So we look out the window and there's three cops that have pulled over one vehicle. We see the poor son of a bitch getting all the tests done (eyes, walking a straight line) then we see him get handcuffed. Every now and then we would yell shit like, "He's sober!" or "Let him go!" Then this cocksucker pig walks up towards the house and was like How about you come outside and talk shit instead of from your window. So then one of my friends decides to call him a bitch, which I'm sure really pissed him off. As he drove away he shined his spotlight in the house, what a cunt.
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04-30-2005, 05:33 AM | #139 (permalink) | |
COME ON YOU YANKS
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04-30-2005, 03:50 PM | #140 (permalink) |
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This was actually last night, but it made my night.
I am DD at a party, not a big party, more of a gathering of people from my roommates floor last year (St. Anky may know most of these people). Some kid comes up to me, and introduces himself as "Baloo." Nothing weird here, they all have unusual nicknames. But then his girlfriend steps in and says to me, "Please don't get him riled up tonight, I'm trying to keep him calm." "Hmmmmmm," I think to myself, "what is it I am missing here? I must find out." I was in the mood for a little chaos, so I ask my new friend Baloo, "Why, exactly, is it that they call you Baloo?" "Because I bite open beer cans and then shotgun them." This answer made no sense, but I decided to act as a catalyst to the situation, despite his girlfriends disapproval. "No way! Nobody can bite open a beer can," I say to a heavily drunk Baloo. "Oh yes I can, watch me!" Knowing that I had just succeeded in my plan, I decided to rub it in to all around me to make it obvious that I was egging him on. "No way man, you aren't going to do it! There's no way you are going to bite open that beer can!" "Oh yeah?" asks Baloo as he starts shaking the beer can. He then sinks his teeth into the can and coats everybody in the room with beer as it flies all over the skies. "How was that?" asks Baloo? "Pretty fucking cool man!" I reply as I give him a high five. His girlfriend looks straight at me and gives me one of those "pffffffshhhhhh uh uh no he didn't" looks. I laugh directly at the stupid baish and walk away. |
05-02-2005, 01:13 PM | #143 (permalink) |
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This actually happened yesterday but it was great. The "uh uh, oh no he didn't" thing reminded me of it.
I was thoroughly smashed last night and was sitting out on my friend's porch slurring and talking to whoever walked by. A giant black woman in her 20's walks by so I switch to a more "gangsta" dialect. IM: Oooooh you loo like you fittin' to be at the club. GBW (Giant Black Woman): Shit I wish. Whachoo drinkin' on? IM: (Inaudible (Not understandable more likely (Then passes out))) GBW (according to my friend) then drags my passed out ass to the front door and tells my friend to help me. He however finds it funnier to laugh at me and leave me there. She finds this terribly rude and is a little concerned for my well being, so she drags me back to her apartment across the hall. Which is where I spent the night. I woke up this morning on her couch with no recollection of how I got there, who she was, or what the shit had happened. I found all this out from my friend this morning. |
Creeping around as I please nonchalantly like any other Supreme Emperor might.
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05-03-2005, 03:40 PM | #144 (permalink) |
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I got outta the shower, and as I walked outta my bathroom I glanced over to my roommate's bedroom and saw that the majority of his shit has been moved out. This is truely a great day. I have waited many months for this day. I cannot contain my excitement.
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05-03-2005, 03:50 PM | #145 (permalink) |
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Is your lease up this month or something?
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05-03-2005, 04:39 PM | #147 (permalink) |
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Congrats, then.
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Psychedelics are illegal not because a loving government is concerned that you may jump out of a third story window. Psychedelics are illegal because they dissolve opinion structures and culturally laid down models of behavior and information processing.
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