The only thing funnier would have been the guy having no dope in his posession and refusing the search. The cops, having their egos bruised, make a big huff, and get a warrant and find nothing. Then the guy fills out a report and makes their lives a living hell, just for being overzealous ass-clown cops who should have been out getting some real criminals.
That’s what I did once
. Moral of the story: Many cops like looking for “big dope smokers” because they know that pot arrests are usually a lot less risky than others. Make them work for being lazy and pay the price for being wrong.
Talking of stoopid people here is a laugh for you all:
ROYAL AUSTRALIAN
UNITED STATES NAVY OATH OF ALLEGIANCE
I, Nobby,Johnny in lieu of going to prison, swear to sign away twenty years four months of my life to the ROYAL AUSTRALIAN US NAVY because I want to hang out with criminals without actually having to BE one of them. Also because I thought the Air Force was too “corporate”, the Army never washes - and because I thought, “Heh, I like to swim windsurf.... Why not?”
I promise to wear clothing that went out of style in 1914 and to have my name stencilled on the front of every shirt pants I own. I understand that I will be mistaken for a Mr Whippy ice cream man during the summer and for a member of the Waffen SS during the winter. I will strive to use a different language than the rest of the English-speaking world, using words like “deck, bulkhead, bone dome lid, goffa soda, Sea Squarie wipes and head” when I really mean “floor, wall, hat, softdrink, Chux and toilet”.
I will take great pride in the fact that all Navy acronyms, ranks and insignia, and everything else for that matter, are completely different from the other services and make absolutely no sense what so ever. I will muster (what ever that means) at 0800 hrs every morning unless I am buddy-buddy with the Chief, in which case I will show up around 0930hrs. I vow to hone my coffee cup handling skills to the point that I can stand up in a kayak being tossed around in a typhoon and not spill a drop. I consent to being promoted and subsequently busted promoted at least twice each fiscal year month.
So help me Neptune
Signature: JOHN F’N KERRY
Date/Place: Dec 1968...Ho Chi Mihn CitySaigon
Mining rights on asteriods/moons sounds like a good deal too me...nice thing to have when they finally get around to doing such when I am a very old man and there is no SS for me, ‘cause robots don’t need no stinkin’ SS (ie, robots are doing a lot of the work, so there is little money going into SS...)
I don’t know. I think about the robots taking over the world or something. Just like The Matrix. And a bunch of other stuff.
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