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Originally Posted by Mr Pheer
(Post 12763841)
When Baddog got home from vegas, he was kind of tired and wanted to just go crash on the couch. But when he walked in his living room, it looked like his TV was just floating around. Baddog didnt understand wtf was going on, so he flipped on the lights. Thats when he realized the reason the tv looked like it was floating in the dark, was really because some old black dude had broke in his house and was trying to steal it. The black dude was nearly invisible with the lights off.
So the guy dropped the tv (and of course it broke) and he started begging Baddog to just let him go. He said... "Please sir, dont call the five-o on me. They treat me real bad in the big house. I sorry 'bout yo television set. I thought this was my gran momma's house, you know what I sayin? Here sir.. take my credit card and these food stamps and just let me go, please!"
Of course, Baddog was mad about his broken tv so he shot the guy first and then called the cops. When the cops got there, the guy was still alive so they beat him a little before throwing him in the trunk of thier car.
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Pretty close.
An old friend of mine (30+ years) is in town. I was supposed to meet up with him on Friday for sinner, but Friday was
not very cooperative with our plans. We rescheduled to meet down in the OC on Saturday afternoon.
I am on my bike, cruising about 80 when I notice this 300 approaching at a very high rate of speed and it passes me on the right. About a second later an Intrepid comes blasting by going even faster, and I figure they are racing each other (100 MPH+).
Just as the Intrepid passes me, the traffic in front of us slows down rapidly, and he swings left across 3 lanes of traffic going into the HOV lane which has a Mustang doing about 70-75 . . . I could see this wasn't going to work out so I slowed up a little and watched the Intrepid rear end the Mustang.
This caused the driver of the Mustang to hit his brakes which, of course, caused even more issues for the driver of the Intrepid.
He started bouncing off the center divider as he tried to regain control. He then swerved across 5 lanes of traffic (luckily not hitting anyone else) as he pulled over to the right. I pulled my bike behind him, and proceeded to summon help on my cell.
The two drivers were taking their time getting out of their respective cars, and I figured they must be calling 5-0 themselves, but I was wrong.
The driver of the Intrepid was trying to get his shit together, then came out with a pint of Seagrams 7, looked at me, and proceeded to toss it down the iceberg embankment. I walked down and retrieved it.
"It isn't mine."
"What kind of fool do you think you are dealing with?"
That is when he pulled out his credit card, handed it to me and said, "please let me go. I did not mean to do it."
He tried to convince me few additional times to help him get a tow truck, but I assured him the CHP would handle that for him, so he had nothing to worry about.
