
Originally Posted by
Times Roman
hmmm....
...you don't know me very well, do you?
there was a party across the street a few years ago. Lots of traffic. Lots of cars. I had a back yard bbq going on at the same time, so i ask a buddy (bigger than me, btw) to go over across the street with me and check the place out. he says "what, are you crazy?"
so I'm like, fukkit, and go over myself. I enter the house with an empty beer bottle, and then go room to room "inspecting" to make sure no drug dealing going on. went through all the bedrooms, living room....
....finally, one guy comes up to me and says hey buddy, what's up?
so i tell him I've got this empty beer bottle, heard they were having a kegger, and thought i'd get a refill. so he shows me the keg, i fill my beer, and move on.
I may be 51, but that doesn't mean i'm not afraid to protect my street.
and btw, cops are pussies. they only show up half the time, and then they are way too late.