Last night this cop shows at my neighbors door asking if I live there. Frantically I run to my stash and with a heavy heart and fast feet, carried all the orals to the toilet and flushed them down the drain (and people wonder why those ninja turtles got so big)
The guy next door is a cool dude and just says that I don't live there.
I figure I don't have much time left so I start hiding the syringes/needles and some HGH vials I had totally forgotten about. Just as I'm finishing up the final touches on stashing my gear he knocks on my door. Scared shitless I open it up.
Turns out he just wanted to talk cuz my tags were expired.
I miss my gear![]()


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