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Posted by Nickelplate on Mon Feb 27th at 1:31am 2006

The same night my flash drive got stolen *here* I also got pulled over for speeding. I was going 57 in a 45 coz I thought the speed limit was 55. The fun thing was that I had a carload fo russians with me and I happened to pull over into a vacant construction site. SO it was one of those "KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!!!" deals. So i got out of the car, I got cuffed and frisked and treated like a common criminal. He saw my hitchhiker-killin knife's handle and thought it was a gun under the seat and he had called for backup and there were like 4 cops and they had thier guns and stuff. It was SO cool.

Anyway, since I am a smooth son of a gun, I got the ticket written down to only 55 in a 45 and no resisting arrest (they said that if I had pulled any further into the driveway of the construction site, I'd have been reisisting arrest by fleeing) since it was only 10 over the speed limit it will not count against my license or insurance.

Anyone else have any cool stories about the cops?




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Posted by hydeph on Mon Feb 27th at 1:44am 2006

My pals and I, 3 guys and one of the guys girlfriends were wandering home from a bush party that was broken up. Somebody called ahead saying they heard cops going to the general area the party was being held, so everybody bailed. My pals and I threw in all the tables and seating into the fire and left it burning...


We walk down the trail and finally get back to the road, to find two cop cruisers that had pulled over a car load of kids from the party. They pointed their searchlights down the trail, and some stupid punks that were 'with' us managed to get seen. We booked it down the trail, but the cops followed. 6 of them, all with flashlights. Luckily we had already consumed our alcohol, but my pals precious marijuana stems were dumped by the cops. I was searched, the female officer found a condom on me, and I asked if she was interested. Her male colleague didn't find it as humourous as I did and asked me my name. Funny enough, he and I shared the same first name, and I pointed it out. He wasn't too amused. I had to walk home alone like 4kilometres drunk as a bastard. It sucked! leftmargin=2>



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Posted by rs6 on Mon Feb 27th at 2:12am 2006

I had a SWAT team come to my house once....long story.



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Posted by Addicted to Morphine on Mon Feb 27th at 3:00am 2006

? quoting rs6
I had a SWAT team come to my house once....long story.


Well Christ man, this is the place for it!




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Posted by FatStrings on Mon Feb 27th at 3:35am 2006

yeah man lets hear it

best i've got:
my brother and i were driving to Springfield (about an hour drive) when we got pulled over for failure to yield to a parked emergency vehicle (there where 5 cars in the other lane so we couldn't yield so we slowed down to like 45 mph which should have worked) we forced some amish off of even the shoulder they had to drive on the grass embankment, then he whipped out and pulled the same thing on them and made the amish go around him again

it was funny at the time just watching the amish pass around on the grass slope
meh





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Posted by Juim on Mon Feb 27th at 3:42am 2006

Yah I have a good one.

Back when I was 17 or 18, I worked at a gas station. Typical job, fill the tank, minor service work. The only reason I mention it is because of the locale. One night, payday in fact, I took my check to my favorite liqour store to cash, because they knew me so well, they always did it for me. I spent about 50 bucks on a killer new bong while I was there. All glass blown and fancy like, and then proceeded to head on over to my buddy's house to buy an ounce of weed(Note: this post is not pro-drug, it's just where I was at the time). I scored, and took off driving. I needed a place to check out the bong and have a few tokes, and the gas station came to mind.

I pulled in, opened up the shop, and prepared the bong, but I did'nt want the boss to smell the odor, so I locked up and hopped back in the car and pulled around back , parking next to one of the cars awaiting service in the dark,(or so i thought). I packed the bowl, and lit' er up and proceeded to inhale in the cozy diarkness of my auto, stereo blasting. about half way into my first hit all hell broke loose. A bright light blew up into my car and I, being the dumb kid I was looked around, all the while still burning the bowl and inhaling. It was to my complete and total suprise that I turned, and was face to face with a plain clothes police officer and his flashlight. Not only him, but four or five other officers surrounding my vehichle, guns drawn. Needless to say thats when I decided to exhale,coughing furiously at the same time. I think he smiled but i am not sure.

It turns out that the car I parked next to was not awaiting service, but was an abandoned vehichle, filled with stolen personal property from the chief of police of Manhattan Beach's own home. The cops had been staking it out for some time it seems.

The police (and remember this was the 70's) did a check, found out I was'nt the guy they were looking for, and actually let me drive myself(all buzzed and such) to the police station for booking. They took my picture, my new bong, my weed, and sent me on my way. No ticket no nothing.

This by the way was my second bust for pot that year. The first timne I got a 200.00 dollar ticket.

I have since given up drugs(well not right then, but....since then you know)





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Posted by Addicted to Morphine on Mon Feb 27th at 3:45am 2006

Juim that's an awesome story <img src=" SRC="images/smiles/icon_smile.gif">




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Posted by Hugh on Mon Feb 27th at 3:58am 2006

Haha, awesome stories indeed. The cops here are pretty nice for some reason, my friend was going 115 in a 45 and got off with a warning. Don't... know... how. I've done the same thing Juim has (pulling behind gas stations to toke it up), but a whole bunch of my friends worked there so we could park in between two of their cars and not have to worry about coppers.


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Posted by Addicted to Morphine on Mon Feb 27th at 4:08am 2006

My only real run in with the police was 2 years ago. I got caught trying to buy booze with a fake ID, and while I didn't have to deal with the police on the spot, a couple of weeks later I got a phone call on a Thursday night and had to show up at the station immediately. I didn't know where the station was (since I was new to the town, being at college 4.5 hours away from home) and I ended up meeting the cop at a parking lot in town. Mind you it was about 11 PM at this point, and the whole thing felt really really sketchy. The cop asked me if I was cold and offered me a seat in the cruiser, but there was no way in hell I was gonna get in the car with him. My imagination was running wild, and I took my chances out in the cold. Overall, he was really quite nice because I was so cooperative he told me he'd put in a good word. But I ended up having to pay about 400 dollars in tickets anyway and then had to go through the alcohol justice system (ie. get tested to see if I was an alcoholic -- which I wasn't). All the tests and meetings cost me another 600 dollars. Really all in all it was just a big scam to pass kids around through the massive bureaucracy and take money from them. Needless to say I didn't get much from my parents for Christmas or birthday that year.

Ever since that day I haven't fooled around with fake ID's, and while that means I can't go to the bars with my friends, I'm perfectly happy waiting for my 21st birthday (in two months). Because, if I were to get caught twice I wouldn't get any leniency from anybody.




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Posted by Andrei on Mon Feb 27th at 11:59am 2006

Almost got busted while riding a tram without a ticket one night several years ago. I was standing by the door (as I always do when I don't have a ticket) when a solid-looking guy in civilian clothes approached me and identified himself as being a controller. He wanted to see my ticket, which I didn't have thanks to my legendary stinginess. I smiled and started searching my pockets, as to show that I indeed have a ticket, just that I didn't know where it was. Suddenly, the tram came to a halt and the doors opened. I waited and pretended to be searching my inner-pockets. Then, suddenly, I sprinted out of the tram, moments before the doors slammed shut (the doors on old trams literally slam shut and have no sensors whatsoever).



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Posted by Myrk- on Mon Feb 27th at 1:47pm 2006

My mate had UK police barraging down his flatmates door to repossess his computers etc for child pr0n :-X He also got fined something like ?20,000 for piracy and is currently on bail.

Crazy eh? Sitting watching TV in your room and you hear 20 cops bust down your door and running through your house!

Addicted to Morphine, for trying to buy alcohol underaged, I reckon a cop who needed money conned you! $400 tickets? Nah, he conned you completely dude.




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Posted by Addicted to Morphine on Mon Feb 27th at 2:59pm 2006

I know the amount I was fined was f**king ridiculous, but its not like he told me to pay him directly under the table to make it all go away. He wrote me up 2 tickets, which clearly stated it was within his legal right to fine me from 200 dollars up to something crazy like 1000 dollars, and then I had to pay through the mail and write a check to the county government.

It wasn't the particular police officer who conned me, but rather the county government. I have a feeling they do it regularly -- they punish out of town college kids severely because they're under the impression that we're all rich brats who don't care and can afford to pay the fine.




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Posted by Andrei on Mon Feb 27th at 3:05pm 2006

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My mate had UK police barraging down his flatmates door to repossess his computers etc for child pr0n :-X


Were they acting on a rumor or on facts?




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Posted by Addicted to Morphine on Mon Feb 27th at 4:19pm 2006

? quoting Andrei

Were they acting on a rumor or on facts?


That would be a crummy rumor to have floating around about you :-




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Posted by Andrei on Mon Feb 27th at 4:24pm 2006

Well, rumors often lead to such things. And even if they don't find what they need to confirm the rumor they're bound to find something else.





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Posted by Addicted to Morphine on Mon Feb 27th at 4:55pm 2006

How does a rumor like that even get started!?

Psst Andrei... I hear Nickelplate imports child pornography from Canada. French Toast is also in on it.




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Posted by Nickelplate on Mon Feb 27th at 5:02pm 2006

HEY!! French Toast was the only model I had, thanks for scaring him off...


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Posted by Andrei on Mon Feb 27th at 6:15pm 2006

You'll never get away with such a thing! Unless you give me a cut, that is.




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Posted by French Toast on Mon Feb 27th at 9:05pm 2006

I'm still here, don't worry.

My story also involves weed, but it's less exciting.

I was smoking up at lunch with some friends when we heard sirens very close. Since we were stoned we were super paranoid, so we ran into a residential neighbourhood and hid in the bushes for almost an hour.

It was interesting, not really exciting or eventful though, and there probably wasn't any danger for us from the cop car.

Story number 2 involves not me, but a friend of mine. He (with his mom, was a few years ago) went to the doctors office because he had a really sore throat. He was sent for XRays at the hospital. I know you're like wtf!? but that's what happened. His mom thought it was suspicious, but just went along with it because the doctor got pretty pissed when she questioned it.

Now, this being Canada, we don't pay for those kind of things. We give the people our health card and they charge the government and all sorts of stuff happens and eventually the doctor gets payed.

So he kept getting sent for really weird procedures and things like that, until his mom decided to get to the bottom of this by calling the police, and they found that about 40things a day were being charged to her Health Card.

Anyhoo, long story short the doctors office was doing this to many many people and they were using the money they earned to fund a nearby terrorist cell. I was fortunate enough to be nearby when they busted the place, it was so cool. Lots of guns and yelling Go GO GO!!!! Just like CS, except they didn't get stuck on doors and yell fag a lot.

'Twas a fun day.




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Posted by fishy on Mon Feb 27th at 9:22pm 2006

the last time i was cited to appear at court, was as a witness against some arsehole that had been trying to threaten some of my workmates. it had been a few years since my last appearance at court, before all this heightened sucurity had started, so i hadn't thought about the small knife (burnt with tacky bits) on my keyring, or the nipped joint in my bag. 'though i did think about them as soon as i walked into the court foyer and saw the big metal detector thingy, and the guy at the gate who wanted to search my bag. i think my heart rate doubled.

the knife, keys, coins and other metal stuff all went into a plastic tub that didn't get checked, and either the guy was only looking for sticks of dynamite wired to alarm clocks, or he didn't know what a joint was. lucky me.




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