Bob arrested for possession of a controlled substance.

[bobjustbob]

Please merge this into any existing thread of a similar nature. If this should be merged into the politicals then just kill it. I don't want any of that shit here.



The title is true. I'll share my story but first share your story. Here's a teaser, it happened this summer.

 

[Mayhem]

Bob, saying this as a friend, I make it a rule not to post new threads until I've at least started my second cup of coffee.

 

[Jack Davenport]

Controlled substance in Jersey usually means Old Spice, Hai Karate or Brut.

 

[Petra]

Obviously they failed to beat any sense making into you Bob.

 

[RichardNailder]

He just did it for the prison sex.

 

[assari]

So you drink goffee and they arrested you.

Sounds plausible if you were naked.

 

[gunslingingbird]

What the fuck is goffee??? :wtf:

 

[ApolloBalboa]

I wasn't aware that Viagra was a controlled substance.

 

[Mr. Daystar]

About the best I can do is, getting a minor misdemeanor, for possession of about 4 grams of weed...but getting arrested because I was doing 103mph, in a 35mph zone, on my bike, and trying to run...but I talked him out of the fleeing and eluding, and somehow passed the sobriety test.

Next best I can do, is being pulled over for expired tags, ON THE WAY to the DMV to get new ones, with a loaded gun, and a 1/4 ounce of booger sugar in the truck. I knew the cop, and he knew I was on my way to the DMV, because I just pulled out of a repair shop. He also knew I was geeked out of my mind, and suggested I go DIRECTLY home, and take care of my business the next day. I did.

Keep in mind, the pot was 18 years ago, and the other was like, 27 years ago.

 

[lurkingdirk]

You're never going to believe this, but here's my story.

So, going back a couple of years, I was pretty messed up. Drinking, drugs, parties, you name it. I was out of control, and, in the midst of all that, I was driving myself home every night, too.

Going to my house one night, after being at one such party, I was really wasted. I pulled on a jacket I thought was mine, jumped in the car, and headed home. I must have been weaving back and forth, as a cop shortly pulled me over. "Shit," I thought. "This is it. DUI. Done." The cop pulled up to the window and told me to get out. I asked him why, put up a good stink, tried to be a dick about it. Told him I'd never give up.

"Just give up, you fool." said the cop.

"What're you going to do about it, copper?" I retorted. I did, however get out of my car, trying to look threatening. As I stepped out of my car, I fell on my face, and realised that there was heroine in my jacket pocket. It wasn't my jacket, but like the cop was going to believe that.

"Get up, you idiot." said the cop.

I'd never have heroine in my possession, I knew I was in trouble.

"I'm going." I said.

"Going to jail!" said the cop.

"Just let me go, please?" I pleaded.

"Do you believe I'd do that? asked the cop.

"I'm down with it if you do." But I was arrested and jailed for 3 weeks.









(to get the true roll of this story, only read the second word of each paragraph)

 

[Mr. Daystar]

You're never going to believe this, but here's my story.

So, going back a couple of years, I was pretty messed up. Drinking, drugs, parties, you name it. I was out of control, and, in the midst of all that, I was driving myself home every night, too.

Going to my house one night, after being at one such party, I was really wasted. I pulled on a jacket I thought was mine, jumped in the car, and headed home. I must have been weaving back and forth, as a cop shortly pulled me over. "Shit," I thought. "This is it. DUI. Done." The cop pulled up to the window and told me to get out. I asked him why, put up a good stink, tried to be a dick about it. Told him I'd never give up.

"Just give up, you fool." said the cop.

"What're you going to do about it, copper?" I retorted. I did, however get out of my car, trying to look threatening. As I stepped out of my car, I fell on my face, and realised that there was heroine in my jacket pocket. It wasn't my jacket, but like the cop was going to believe that.

"Get up, you idiot." said the cop.

I'd never have heroine in my possession, I knew I was in trouble.

"I'm going." I said.

"Going to jail!" said the cop.

"Just let me go, please?" I pleaded.

"Do you believe I'd do that? asked the cop.

"I'm down with it if you do." But I was arrested and jailed for 3 weeks.









(to get the true roll of this story, only read the second word of each paragraph)

You glorious mother fucker...you Rick Rolled us!!!

 

[wdoall]

Fuck yeah, dirk is back

 

[mikexmoran]

heheh...when I was a younger idiot (compared to the older idiot I know am), we would hang out in a parking lot and drink beer.
A cop pulled up to give us the hard time we deserved. My dopey buddy dropped a beer on the blacktop and it shattered. Slick, huh?
The cop came out and reminded us that it is illegal to drink beer in public. He saw a bag behind me and asked what was in it. I was under age, so he figured he would get me. I told him Ring Dings. He was piss off and went and grabbed the bag...and pulled out a box of Ring Dings. I was hungry and loved them.
Then he said, "If you have any pot, let me know now. If it is just a little I'll pour it out. If not, that is something else"
My dopey buddy who dropped the beer replied "How much is a little?". Even the cop laughed a bit at that.
The cop said "Just give it to me." He took it. It was a little. Maybe a (1985) dime bag (which was $10 back then and about 10 joints...no idea what or if that means anything today), he looked at it, didn't dump it out, and said "Ok, get out of here. Don't let me catch you here again".

I'm pretty sure he lit up after his shift.

 

[mikexmoran]

You're never going to believe this, but here's my story.

So, going back a couple of years, I was pretty messed up. Drinking, drugs, parties, you name it. I was out of control, and, in the midst of all that, I was driving myself home every night, too.

Going to my house one night, after being at one such party, I was really wasted. I pulled on a jacket I thought was mine, jumped in the car, and headed home. I must have been weaving back and forth, as a cop shortly pulled me over. "Shit," I thought. "This is it. DUI. Done." The cop pulled up to the window and told me to get out. I asked him why, put up a good stink, tried to be a dick about it. Told him I'd never give up.

"Just give up, you fool." said the cop.

"What're you going to do about it, copper?" I retorted. I did, however get out of my car, trying to look threatening. As I stepped out of my car, I fell on my face, and realised that there was heroine in my jacket pocket. It wasn't my jacket, but like the cop was going to believe that.

"Get up, you idiot." said the cop.

I'd never have heroine in my possession, I knew I was in trouble.

"I'm going." I said.

"Going to jail!" said the cop.

"Just let me go, please?" I pleaded.

"Do you believe I'd do that? asked the cop.

"I'm down with it if you do." But I was arrested and jailed for 3 weeks.









(to get the true roll of this story, only read the second word of each paragraph)

Ok, fuck you for Rick 'n' Rolling me.
Fuck you for coming back.

Hey, welcome back, pal!

 

[Little Red Wagon Repairman]

I got popped by a hippie in a police uniform once. I was ripping bong hits in a bowling alley parking lot in Santa Monica. I was young and stupid either not caring or thinking nothing would happen. SMPD rolls up on me and stops right behind my car. A curly haired dude with wire rim glasses gets out of the squad car. He's smelling the air and smiling. My vehicle got tossed and I was at his mercy now. He had me destroy my bong and smash up the mushrooms but he took off with my quarter ounce of weed. I met someone soon after who also had his drugs stolen by the same smiley SMPD officer.

 

[Briana Lee]

What the fuck is goffee??? :wtf:

It's coffee made with goats milk.....which can be substituted with guy juice in certain states.....

You're never going to believe this, but here's my story.

So, going back a couple of years, I was pretty messed up. Drinking, drugs, parties, you name it. I was out of control, and, in the midst of all that, I was driving myself home every night, too.

Going to my house one night, after being at one such party, I was really wasted. I pulled on a jacket I thought was mine, jumped in the car, and headed home. I must have been weaving back and forth, as a cop shortly pulled me over. "Shit," I thought. "This is it. DUI. Done." The cop pulled up to the window and told me to get out. I asked him why, put up a good stink, tried to be a dick about it. Told him I'd never give up.

"Just give up, you fool." said the cop.

"What're you going to do about it, copper?" I retorted. I did, however get out of my car, trying to look threatening. As I stepped out of my car, I fell on my face, and realised that there was heroine in my jacket pocket. It wasn't my jacket, but like the cop was going to believe that.

"Get up, you idiot." said the cop.

I'd never have heroine in my possession, I knew I was in trouble.

"I'm going." I said.

"Going to jail!" said the cop.

"Just let me go, please?" I pleaded.

"Do you believe I'd do that? asked the cop.

"I'm down with it if you do." But I was arrested and jailed for 3 weeks.









(to get the true roll of this story, only read the second word of each paragraph)

That is fucking awesome! Haha!

 

[TheSpokenWheel]

You're never going to believe this, but here's my story.

So, going back a couple of years, I was pretty messed up. Drinking, drugs, parties, you name it. I was out of control, and, in the midst of all that, I was driving myself home every night, too.

Going to my house one night, after being at one such party, I was really wasted. I pulled on a jacket I thought was mine, jumped in the car, and headed home. I must have been weaving back and forth, as a cop shortly pulled me over. "Shit," I thought. "This is it. DUI. Done." The cop pulled up to the window and told me to get out. I asked him why, put up a good stink, tried to be a dick about it. Told him I'd never give up.

"Just give up, you fool." said the cop.

"What're you going to do about it, copper?" I retorted. I did, however get out of my car, trying to look threatening. As I stepped out of my car, I fell on my face, and realised that there was heroine in my jacket pocket. It wasn't my jacket, but like the cop was going to believe that.

"Get up, you idiot." said the cop.

I'd never have heroine in my possession, I knew I was in trouble.

"I'm going." I said.

"Going to jail!" said the cop.

"Just let me go, please?" I pleaded.

"Do you believe I'd do that? asked the cop.

"I'm down with it if you do." But I was arrested and jailed for 3 weeks.









(to get the true roll of this story, only read the second word of each paragraph)

I thought something was a bit off about your dialogue. Like how you were talking to him like a 1930's gangster.

Welcome back you magnificent bastard.

 

[alexpnz]

You're never going to believe this, but here's my story.

So, going back a couple of years, I was pretty messed up. Drinking, drugs, parties, you name it. I was out of control, and, in the midst of all that, I was driving myself home every night, too.

Going to my house one night, after being at one such party, I was really wasted. I pulled on a jacket I thought was mine, jumped in the car, and headed home. I must have been weaving back and forth, as a cop shortly pulled me over. "Shit," I thought. "This is it. DUI. Done." The cop pulled up to the window and told me to get out. I asked him why, put up a good stink, tried to be a dick about it. Told him I'd never give up.

"Just give up, you fool." said the cop.

"What're you going to do about it, copper?" I retorted. I did, however get out of my car, trying to look threatening. As I stepped out of my car, I fell on my face, and realised that there was heroine in my jacket pocket. It wasn't my jacket, but like the cop was going to believe that.

"Get up, you idiot." said the cop.

I'd never have heroine in my possession, I knew I was in trouble.

"I'm going." I said.

"Going to jail!" said the cop.

"Just let me go, please?" I pleaded.

"Do you believe I'd do that? asked the cop.

"I'm down with it if you do." But I was arrested and jailed for 3 weeks.









(to get the true roll of this story, only read the second word of each paragraph)

That's what you did while you were on "hiatus"?

It took you that long to formulate that horseshit?

Uh boy.....

Well in any case, good to see you put your big boy pants on and came back around the way.

 

[Vanilla Bear]

Wait you are from Jersey like Alex? Well the controlled substance must be sunscreen then huh?

 

[alexpnz]

Wait you are from Jersey like Alex? Well the controlled substance must be sunscreen then huh?

THIS coming from the guy who has more Internet Restraining Orders against him than Spyware and Malware.....Combined!!