also fucking police and their 2 corn dog limit. that's not dinner, fucking screws.
@previous (Garak)
apparently you can't speak to the police in a loud voice without being designated "threatening".
he was banging on my door like a dick and i was all, "what the fuck do you want?"
and he was like, "sir, did you punch that man in his mouth,"
and i was all, "i didn't punch no one in the mouth, i punched that cunt in his gaping twat is what i punched,"
and he was like, "what did you say, sir?"
and then i said, "get the fuck off my porch"
and that nigger pepper sprayed me
i was, like, fucking hell
@previous (squeegee !first/o5zA)
Pigs man they are a drag brother don't let the man get u down
I can talk as loud as i want bitch
@previous (Garak)
i was excited when i saw i was getting my own holding cell with my very own top bunk, a bible and a thin blanket.
i was like, fuck yeah, this will be a breeze, and then they fed me 2 corndogs and i was like
bitch, what?
and then they were saying something about dude not pressing charges, blah blah blah, and then they let me go and my brother took me to my car and we got hamburgers. so i didn't even get to appreciate it.
i mostly feel bad for the black dudes i was friends with, they were like, not going anywhere.