fluffernutter
08-27-2004, 11:20 PM
Mr. Met
So I am at the Met game tonight with Jocefus and his buddy Vic (THANKS AGAIN!) watching the Dodgers (whom I went to root for) proceed to get their LA asses kicked. DAMN! I am digging Shea as it is not the toilet as I thought it to be. It was pretty cool. So I turn around in maybe the third inning and forgetting that I am wearing my Dodger hat, I wave to Mr. Met and flash him the DIO (the horned hand if you will) he flashes it back and I was like RIGHT ON! and then he points at me then to his head and then points at me again and gives me the thumb down. I felt like such a tool as the star of my favourite ESPN commercial got pissed at me and I presume under his breath cursed me and my childrens children. All under that smile. He looked so happy! ~sigh~
A Cop
So I am driving home and I know my front headlight is out. I am rocking out to some thrashing metal song and I thought I passed a cop. Turns out he turns around and follows me for a good two miles before pulling me over. Right away I pull out my license, registration and insurance information. He comes to the window, I gie it right to him. He then asks me to get out of the car to show me my license plate light was out and I also informed him about my headlight situation. He then asks me if I had ever been arrested. I kind of freaked but remained calm. I said no and what was the matter. He noticed my Altoids tins (3), my Eclipse Mints and my Camel Exotics tins (3) on my dashboard. He said some shit about how potheads keep their dope in those tins and was harassing me about having weed in my car and/or on my person. I said no, I haven't touched it in about 10 years or so. I then just told him to go ahead and search my car and look through whatever his little black heart desired. Look, I know the Police Force has a job to do and I respect that but I was a bit offended and I told him that. So the shlub goes and looks.
First the Wintergreen, then the Licorice, then the Camel Twist, then the Camel Twista Lime and then FINALLY the Eclipse Mints. He then goes to the door and pulls out my EMPTY case of Camel Crema which I keep my spare coax cable tips in for work. He asks me what I do. Where do I work. What are these for. How long have I had my job. Why do I have so many mint tins because ALL potheads have those tins to hide their stash in. I MUST smoke the exotic flavours because they give me an extra buzz. Just totally calling me out on being a criminal pothead and all I want to do is go home. The best thing was that I could tell he was getting pissed because he wanted to slap some cuffs on me and bust my ass but there was nothing to bust. I thought I was at the Canadian border and I am just going through Buckingham on my drive home.
My Couch
My cat went on my couch cover AND my lounger.
BITCH!
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So I am at the Met game tonight with Jocefus and his buddy Vic (THANKS AGAIN!) watching the Dodgers (whom I went to root for) proceed to get their LA asses kicked. DAMN! I am digging Shea as it is not the toilet as I thought it to be. It was pretty cool. So I turn around in maybe the third inning and forgetting that I am wearing my Dodger hat, I wave to Mr. Met and flash him the DIO (the horned hand if you will) he flashes it back and I was like RIGHT ON! and then he points at me then to his head and then points at me again and gives me the thumb down. I felt like such a tool as the star of my favourite ESPN commercial got pissed at me and I presume under his breath cursed me and my childrens children. All under that smile. He looked so happy! ~sigh~
A Cop
So I am driving home and I know my front headlight is out. I am rocking out to some thrashing metal song and I thought I passed a cop. Turns out he turns around and follows me for a good two miles before pulling me over. Right away I pull out my license, registration and insurance information. He comes to the window, I gie it right to him. He then asks me to get out of the car to show me my license plate light was out and I also informed him about my headlight situation. He then asks me if I had ever been arrested. I kind of freaked but remained calm. I said no and what was the matter. He noticed my Altoids tins (3), my Eclipse Mints and my Camel Exotics tins (3) on my dashboard. He said some shit about how potheads keep their dope in those tins and was harassing me about having weed in my car and/or on my person. I said no, I haven't touched it in about 10 years or so. I then just told him to go ahead and search my car and look through whatever his little black heart desired. Look, I know the Police Force has a job to do and I respect that but I was a bit offended and I told him that. So the shlub goes and looks.
First the Wintergreen, then the Licorice, then the Camel Twist, then the Camel Twista Lime and then FINALLY the Eclipse Mints. He then goes to the door and pulls out my EMPTY case of Camel Crema which I keep my spare coax cable tips in for work. He asks me what I do. Where do I work. What are these for. How long have I had my job. Why do I have so many mint tins because ALL potheads have those tins to hide their stash in. I MUST smoke the exotic flavours because they give me an extra buzz. Just totally calling me out on being a criminal pothead and all I want to do is go home. The best thing was that I could tell he was getting pissed because he wanted to slap some cuffs on me and bust my ass but there was nothing to bust. I thought I was at the Canadian border and I am just going through Buckingham on my drive home.
My Couch
My cat went on my couch cover AND my lounger.
BITCH!
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EVANESCENCE is the death of music as we know it.