Originally posted by BrolyBlackYou have a ginger in your sig. You and Drools must be related then. 👇
You would eat taco bell and shit on someone's lawn, sounds a lot like what that yappy dog lob would do. You two must be related.
Originally posted by RobtardI eat breakfast there sometimes.
FFS. Why do you still eat Taco Bell?
Originally posted by RobtardBlasphemy. Pray Lord Trump doesn't smite you with his gold knuckled pimp hand.
That's every voter who voted for Trump...Somebody call the burn unit!!!11!!!
Originally posted by BrolyBlackI was in my low 20s. It was devils night, so we were going to my cousins' house to mess with them. Knock on the doors and run. Make scary noises. That sort of nonsense. So we park about 1/4 mile away and were just walking down the street. There were 3 of us. So a cop just rolls up and stops us. We had no bags or suspicious items. He gets out, asks us our names. We gave our names and he went back to his car and closed the door. So we started walking away. So this cop comes up behind me and tries choking me out by stretching the collar of my shirt across my neck. He does this w/o warning. I'm only 5'6" and this guy is about 6'2". Anyway, I pry his hands open, spin and then push him back. I said he was not allowed to grab me like that for no reason. He lunges for me and grabs by the arms and tries back tripping me. When he grabbed me my arms tensed up as a normal reaction. That's when he realized exactly who he engaged in combat. I grabbed his left arm with my right hand and started bending it down. He panics and reached for his gun. His hand was unsnapping the holster strap. I pivoted to my left, grabbed his gun arm, yanked him to my right, scooped him and slammed him straight down. I went for his gunbelt to get it away from him in case he got up, but my friends were screaming for me to leave.
Dude I want to hear more about you like driving that guy on his head.
I was hiding out for a few hours. Once the patrols stopped I went to my cousins' house. They asked what the eff did I do and that I need to make some calls. I called my parents and told them what happened. A family "friend" who worked with that specific police force recommended I turn myself in to sort out what happened. So I did and the cop booked me for assaulting an officer, resisting arrest and some other things. I called the arresting cop and the cop family "friend" some choice names and sat in their jail until I got transferred to county. Got bailed out about 6AM.
My dad and I were deciding whether to grab the cop who arrested me and deal with him, or try to get the case dismissed. We let my grandparents reach out to an Italian magistrate who could assure us that I would not be charged with a felony or go to jail, and that my record was expunged.
On my court date, the magistrate pulls me aside and tells me not to open my mouth when the cop tells his side, don't make a sound of disgust and remain still. The judge calls my case, the Italian magistrate goes up and whispers in the judges ear and then court was in session. The judge read my charges and asks the cop a few questions. The judge said based on what he's heard from in and out of court, I was not guilty of a list of 4 felonies and guilty of disorderly conduct. The cop was shocked. he sat there for a minute and figured out what happened. He looked back at me like a beaten dog and I smirked. He rushed out of court.
That is the longest and most severe of my cop stories.