DBK
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Or at least that's what they'll say when I shoot someone. :lol:
I've only lived here a year but I've called the cops three times. Once because a neighbors garage was open at 11 at night and it looked like his security system was going off (strobes), once because the transformer 100 yards from the house blew up and was showering the woods and a house with sparks and brief flames, and then the best one on Friday.
I let the dogs out and put them in the hall to go to sleep. It's about 10:30 at night (yes, I'm old). I see this Cadillac SRX pull up at the end of my driveway, and I see someone get out. Then the lights go out. The person goes to the other side of the car and then I can't see them anymore. So I think ah fuck it and go put on a black pair of sweats and my hoodie, and meander outside.
As I approach the car, I hear some action on the other side, and I see some people crouching by the fender. Thinking maybe they have a flat or something, I get within ten feet and say "Need some help?" and two blonde teenage girls just about shit a brick in terror and dive into the car leaving a bag of weed, a glass pipe and a lighter on the ground. :lol:
I tried to tell them "look, I'm not gonna rat you out, you can get out and pick your shit up," but they were having none of it. I think they thought I came out of the woods on the other side of my property and was gonna take them to the sex bunker. :lol: Eventually they did manage to settle down enough to get back out and snatch the shit up, but they never said a word. I truthfully wouldn't have called the police, but they drove off super erratically squealing the tires, and then I started thinking "shit, if these chicks are wasted too and end up mowing down granny, I'm gonna feel like a real asshole" so I called up the local PD.
Excitement in the cul de sac! If I ever shoot someone, they will definitely portray me as a gun toting nutcase that repeatedly calls the cops. :lol:
I've only lived here a year but I've called the cops three times. Once because a neighbors garage was open at 11 at night and it looked like his security system was going off (strobes), once because the transformer 100 yards from the house blew up and was showering the woods and a house with sparks and brief flames, and then the best one on Friday.
I let the dogs out and put them in the hall to go to sleep. It's about 10:30 at night (yes, I'm old). I see this Cadillac SRX pull up at the end of my driveway, and I see someone get out. Then the lights go out. The person goes to the other side of the car and then I can't see them anymore. So I think ah fuck it and go put on a black pair of sweats and my hoodie, and meander outside.
As I approach the car, I hear some action on the other side, and I see some people crouching by the fender. Thinking maybe they have a flat or something, I get within ten feet and say "Need some help?" and two blonde teenage girls just about shit a brick in terror and dive into the car leaving a bag of weed, a glass pipe and a lighter on the ground. :lol:
I tried to tell them "look, I'm not gonna rat you out, you can get out and pick your shit up," but they were having none of it. I think they thought I came out of the woods on the other side of my property and was gonna take them to the sex bunker. :lol: Eventually they did manage to settle down enough to get back out and snatch the shit up, but they never said a word. I truthfully wouldn't have called the police, but they drove off super erratically squealing the tires, and then I started thinking "shit, if these chicks are wasted too and end up mowing down granny, I'm gonna feel like a real asshole" so I called up the local PD.
Excitement in the cul de sac! If I ever shoot someone, they will definitely portray me as a gun toting nutcase that repeatedly calls the cops. :lol:
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