| I went to a sorta kinda wedding this weekend. My friend from school, Bronson Brown married his girlfriend Amanda quite suddenly. They just signed the papers and that was that so last night they had a reception and it was so cool. First of all if I can get away with that I will do the same thing. Secondly it was so wierd to see my goofy friend Bronson who was famous for his skills a Halo and had long hair, married and wearing a millitary buzz cut. My brother says he is going for last man standing. I don't know about that. k. bye. |
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| Yeah, Friday I undertook the task of getting my phone back from the dirty cops. It took me like two hours to find the right sheriffs department, but that was my fault. I went and told them my storey and after being told all the different jurisdictions that didn't have to deal with me I found the right person to complain to. He was a balding thirty year old man in a blue uniform. He looked like he used to play foot ball or something. He was sitting behind a glass window and I had to talk to him through this speaker box thing. I told him about how my phone was stolen by some kids and left at a dine and dash, and that after some officer had been rude to my friends over the phone asking shadey questions almost getting me fired from my job I just wanted my phone back. He looked confused like he didn't know where to find it and went back to doing other things so I just stood there and stared at him till he worked on it. Eventually he told me an officer had my phone at the NASB Bank on Wade Hampton.
I dove over to meet the officer. When I got to the bank the officer was sitting inside an office with his feet on the table like he was gonna play tough cop with a drug lord or something. I went in and asked for my phone and he told me to sit in a chair adjacent to the desk. I though "I just want my phone back. This is bull." He interegated me about stuff for a while and I didn't know anything so that's what I told him. After a bit he was like "You know....your friends wern't very helpful when I called them to return your phone to you. That makes me wonder about you" This statement itself was utter crap cause when he called my friends he never said anything about a missing phone. He was just rude and snapping off questions about who I was and where he could find me. I responded with "Well, I'm not sure if you can do that and since you can't show a badge over the phone they had every reason no to tell you who I was" He pretty much just kept repeating how much he didn't know about me, like I was a really shady charachter. Then he went out and gave my phone back and told me to call him if I see any kids I think did the dine and dash. Honestly, I think those kids are pretty smart and I wouldn't talk to that officer for any reason.
The point is the fact that I really don't like cops is a legitement feeling, cause you don't even have to do anything for them to mess with you, and that my friends are awesome. It wouldn't matter if I really did do something they would have my back. Good news.
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| So I was at work. I put my stuff including my shoes and cell phone with cloths and underwear, and picture of George Bush Sr. in my locker with no lock. Dumb. When I came back for my stuff the locker was open and my shoes and cell phone were missing. Ahhhhhhh! I went to the front office and found my shoes on a trey. My cell phone was not there. I looked for an hour and left. Later that day everybody was like "why are the cops looking for you?" I was like " I don't know" I didn't go to work the next day. When I got back to work today people were like "I heard you were fired" I was like "poop". My boss found me and pulled me into her office to explain that some dooky knocker stole my phone and went to a chineees restrant called the Dragon Den and ran up a bill then diched the check. He left my phone and a blue bag at his table. That's why the cops were looking for me. I still have no phone. I hate cops. THE END
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| Last night was sooooo fun! The most fun part was the part where we were shooting fireworks and blowing things up...well Faith threw a poper over everyone and it blew up over them. Everyone gave her a hard time so to shut them up I threw one in the middle of the little circle everyone was sitting in. There were three people were sitting in this swing and they knocked it over trying to get away. Funny.
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