Ok. so I know Harold beat me to the punch, but I am still gathering my senses from Friday to get the story right, and tell the story a coupla times to make sure it was actually worth telling. It totally is. Please be sure to read HArold and his purple crayon's entry for furhter details. Here's how it all went down.
My DD, Harold and Ramona strolling down King street to find that one underground joint that staid open late. I had to peee so bad. Let me say that I did not choose the place that my bladder would scream "I'm full", the place chose me. I peed. response from the gallery "You reaqlize youre pissing on a church."
"no its a church fence"
"Its the fence and on the other side its a graveyard."
silence from the group. I look over my shoulder. A cop is sitting at the intersection.
"thats's cop isn't it?"
no answer.
I look over my shoulder, in full stream. A cop is watching me defile hallowed ground. My friends have disperserd. I zip up and walk away; in full stream. It stings. The cop ignores me. I say I'm sorry to God. I meet back up with the group.
After my slight run-in with the fuzz we decide that we should cut our losses, and go home. But first we stop at the NY deli for late night sammmiches. On our way out of the deli, our DD gets into his car to unlock the doors and take us home. From up the street we see an insane man running and screaming "hit and run hit and run"
the cop sitting at the red light next to us does not hear.
This drunk Armada driver next to us sees the cop in front of her and tries to squeeze in front of DD's car and the fuzz. She makes it about half a block away before being pulled over.
" What the fuck just happened?" I exclaim
"She hit my car" DD replies.
Genereal consensus is to watch the proceedings and wait fo the cops to come. Apparnetly we all forgot the the amnsety I was granted five minutes ago. So as we amble over to the scene, we are joined by the twenty odd some other young people who are drunk, and want a little more extra entertainment before taking off for the cold metro ride home. I keep searching for "drunk girl in alexandria" on Youtube hoping for some cell phone footage.. sadly i cant find any. Thats when every cop in old towne show up to the scene. Even the cop who caught me pissing on Gods lawn.
I think God heard my prayer, because said cop came over to get names, but nothing else. thats when it got good.
This chick in her armada is yelling at all the cops to let her go pee. They shout out back to her to stay in the car. Cops all have a meeting back near the squad cars. That when she gets out of the armada and starts blasting. OK, she didnt blast, but she did have a cell phone and was talking with her mom, and was yelling at the cops to talk to her mom because her mom will tell them that she has insurance. She was short, and her curly hair going everywhich way. Obviously drunk. It took two cops to slap her in cuffs and put her in the squad car. She screams that she is going to sue them all for police brutality. She says she is being falsley arrested. The cops start searching her truck. She screams no one is authorizrd to search my vehivle. She says they are searching her vehicle under false pretenses......
I say to myself... that is awfully legal mumbo jumbo the drunk girl is spouting. She driving a very expensive SUV. Georgerown LAW? i thinks to myslef. I hope she gets to see the inner workings of our nations very interesting legal system.
She says to a cop again "I have to pee"
we hear a cop say " Shit, this is my take home car"
quckly.. a take home car are those very nice police cars with the leather seats. they are not the squad cars with bench seats that they can just spray down with a hose if theres blood, piss and whatever back there. and a very drunk girl has to pee. HAHAHAHA
She sees Ramona Quimby and I standing there. she says "Please tell them I have to pee."
"Chick, we were in the car you just hit." we weren't, but what the hell.
she says "I have money, I'll pay you, please tell them I have to pee." FUCK did a very rich bitch just try to buy me? Now I fucking hate her.
Ramona Quimby then gets all crazy with the rich bitch and starts taunting some serious shit. and i mean just saying some nasty kinda stuff.. I started to feel bad for the chick in the cop car. then I was reminded that this rich drunk bitch drives a fattty SUV and called mommy to get out of it, AND tried to pay me too.
"Bitch, you almost killed us and now you want us to help you out???" "FUCK YOU" I say, and try to pull Ramona off of her, now in full tirade of insulting things to say.
Thinking this might possibly be against the law, provoking a person in custody and stufff... I DONT KNOW, IM NOT THE RICH KID IN LAW SCHOOL... I tell RAmona lets go, and actually have to pull her arm so she'll walk away.
we go back to DD's car and Harold is nowhere to be seen. Oh there he is, pissing around the corner from the cops... albeit, not on God's lawn.
So the cop that granted me leniency, tell us to follow him in DD"s dented up ride. we go to where Harold used to live, but still pays rent to. Next door, the jail where moussoui used to live and wake me up every morning at 5am as the motorcade took him to court. So Im interested. Adventures is great. we ended up sleeping over at Harolds place since it was like 430 am. I never thought I would end up at jail after a night of drinking. but hey. Thats how the Pardyboyz roll.
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