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Well? I'm not talking about if you were actually deserving to be arrested, or questioned, but unfairly questioned and harrased.
My Friend used to tell me to never run when you see a cop even if you're not doing anything, good advice.
Nothing too serious but I've had times where Security guards would make up a BS story that some people with me fitting our description were seen loitering or being in a Hotel without staying there. Total bullshit. They can kiss my ass.
One time a cop chased my friends and I off of a public beach at night. He rode up on his bike and was like "It's 2:30 AM" (in a really nasal-y voice). Dude. We're a bunch of mid-twenty somethings, not damn kids.
I was parked at the beach one night years ago with an ex of mine, fooling around. A cop came by and insisted on questioning us. He even asked my gf, "Miss, are you here of your own free will?". :lol: Then he gave me a tresspassing ticket. :mad:
LOL, every day for about a decade and a half. I skateboarded all through my youth and up til I was about 26. I've been harassed, roughed up, arrested, thrown in jail, fucked with in jail etc. Too many asinine stories to tell.
NWA were on the right track when they said "FUCK THA POLICE!"
Pa
I've had em harrass, cuss, threaten me for no reason. It hasn't happened in awhile, but I have spells when it seems they just like to pull me over and give me B.S.
I had mall security escort me out a mall one time because of a shirt.
Too many stories to tell and I don't feel like remembering em cause I get irratated. I've also had friends have the GBI tapping their phones, threatening and tracing em. Some desserved it and some didn't. I'm pretty sure they probably kept and eye on me cause I was associated with em loosely.
What was wrong with the shirt?Quote:
Originally Posted by Rtificial
W. my older haircut I looked like the model fascist. I've been pulled over a few times, but they always let me go. The secret is be respectful and/or repentant acknowledge your mistake (even if you didn't make one) and they usually let you go. I've also noticed if you tell them you are packing, they usually will drop the fine and just give you a verbal warning while thanking you for being honest. A very nice bonus of a CHP :D
Not really. I almost cut a police officer off today while making a left hand turn.
That should definitely count for something.
Several years back, a friend and I shot off a few firecrackers (NOT fireworks, since those are illegal). Out of the nearby woods came a belligerent off-duty policeman who accused us of trying to blow up his house. We didn't know that he was a cop until perhaps an hour afterward.
"Hey what the fuck are you fuckers doing shooting off these fucking firecrackers?!? You trying to blow my fucking house up or something?"
At this point I took off and hid behind the car, watching in fear. The guy yelled at my friend "Where the fuck did your friend go?" and his breath reeked massively of alcohol. Soon afterward, the bastard said "Get the hell back in the house- I'll kill you if I see either of you out here again". I was about to tell Mr. Drunk to pike off.
We called the police on him right afterward. Lo and behold- that's where we learned that he was on the force. When the police came, there he was again saying he'd kill us and other vile tralala. The officers told him "Shut up. You're hurting yourself."
Its a concert shirt from this band called Pig. On the front it has the pig logo and on the back it says Find it, Fuck it, Forget it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Dolemite
Oddly enough, no. Not one single story to tell of police giving me a hard time, in fact I've been with friends who were lighting up (not me, drugs/alcohol very much not my thing) and questioned by the police and they just didn't care about me. I don't know if I've got an innocent aura or what.
James
Back when I used to skateboard the cops used to give me all kinds of problems. Never got fined or jailed though, some of my friends did however.
I was sitting next to a gas station with someone who was showing me what kind of paint-gun he was going to use for a tournament we were planning and this cop comes by asking if we had a gun permit. He checks the gun over and said it's not smart to be showing something like that in public (even though it was nothing he could do anything about) and the dummy then wanted to search the car for anything like drugs or illegal firearms.
So when we get to my trunk and he finds my metal baseball bat inside (heh :evil: ), he got the nerve to ask me why I was carrying that around in my car and I told him that it was left over from a ball game I was in and didn't take it out yet. The strange part was where he just changed his tone all of a sudden and decided to end this right then and there. I don't know what it is with people, but when they start to annoy me, they must really get the hint or something. :rolleyes:
Also, some dim-wit pulled me over for some reason and asked me about my license, since I was in a funny mood, I just flipped it open like a star trek communicator and told Scotty to beam me up quick! Next thing I know, that cop just yelled at me to "get the hell outta here!" Still don't know why I was stopped but it was sure as hell funny.
My friend Travis and I were on the side of the road in front of my other friends Mike's house. He was sitting on his bike, I was on foot. A cop drove by and shined his spotlight in our eyes.
I waved at him.
He stops, pushes me up against the car and physically lifts and half throws, half shoves Travis from his bike to the trunk. Takes down our info like we did something, berates us for about fifteen minutes... And then leaves.
The end.
A friend and I were once pulled over by the cops because they thought we stole the car we were in.
About the closest I come is being pulled over after we just left a concert. We didn't smoke any pot, but we totally stank of it having been completely surrounded by it for the past 6 hours or so. I roll down my window and the pot stench just waffs out. The cop asks us if we've been drinking. My girlfriend holds up her snapple and says "just this", and he lets us go. We got a kick out of it.
Yeah, cops always harass me when I'm waiting for someone to pick me up somewhere or doing something similarly idle. Or they'll follow me when I'm going home and watch me go in to make sure I'm not robbing the place or something. It's annoying.
No real security guard stories. Except once I was forcibly ejected from a Dido concert, heh.
Of course, my favourite police encounter was with the LAPD.
A group of us ran across a street to get into a taxi. The taxi went around the corner, and we heard a siren and the police telling the driver to pull over.
The police officer opened the door, and told us that jaywalking was illegal. He asked for our IDs, and went back to his car. We were all nervous, then he came back and said "Since you're Canadian, and don't know any better, I'll let you off this time." Then he harrassed the cabbie, whom he's pulled out of the car, for encouraging us to jaywalk.
After he left, we all burst out into laughter.
I have that shirt. Never wore it to the mall, though.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rtificial
You got rowdy at a dido concert? hahahahaQuote:
Originally Posted by Frogacuda
That reminds me, loooong ago me and some friends went clubbing. Some lil short guy got pissy with one of my friends for no reason. So later on that night him and his other short friend got the balls to step up to my friend. We pretty much brushed em off and laughed and security put em in a choke hold and dragged em out. So then they came back an escorted us out too cause of the pricks. When we got outside there was like 10 of them two guys friends out there waiting on us(guess they called their friends and waited to confront us). So then a guy sucker punches my friend right in front of a cop on patrol. We was like "hey aren't you gonna do something?" the cop was like "What you want me to do?" They ended up scattering everywhere and we made our way to the car and left. We got some lazy cops that patrol the clubbing area.
..trouble with the law since the day I was born.Quote:
Originally Posted by PaCrappa
First time I was picked up by the cops I was just 4 or 5. After wandering from a friend's back yard and following the hedgerow to the closest intersection, a garage sale sign on a utility pole caught our attention and we thought it'd be helpfull if we walked along the main road holding the sign. I think we waved and smilled, maybe a few cars honked. Within a hundred yards up the road a cop came round, casually pulled onto the shoulder; don't think I was worried but my friend ran through the hedges and apparently back to his house, and then it bacame apparent of the power these guys have, as a found myself with no choice but to agree to allow him to drive me home. And panic set in, there was some confusion with me telling him where to go, I think he was asking if so-and-such looked familiar, maybe I wasn't even talking. We'd only made it a few blocks when a school bus made it's drop. Some kids saw me and the look of their recognition suggested something to the cop, he asked if they could take me home and then let me out there.
I had almost yearly run ins with the law enforcement up through me teens.
Most recently a game warden slapped some unwarented tickets on me and some friends from college. That story is too long, but basicly he followed us into the woods, then waded across a creek, instead of taking the wire bridge like us, and the he crept up on us on an island, where we were cooking sausages, and drinking beer. He lurked in the woods for more than 2 hours. Finnaly we saw a flashlight beam on the island near to us and when we hollered out inviting them to come join "the party", no one responded, we tracked the source, upon which we found ourselves a GameWarden, one hand on his bear mace, the other directing the blinding mag light. He was all buisiness. Demanding names, ID, marching us back to the campsite, frisking us all, searching all our bags, giving me shit for having a Sarte book, hassling us about having a tape measure and an axe. The tape measure was seriously a big deal to him, what did he think we were gonna do, measure out some trees for a log cabin? Oh, and the axe!; when we went to court, he wouldn't shut-up about the axe. ..So the long of it is he won't tell us what the problem is, one of the guys is underage so don't argue too much, 'cause we know he can make the alchohol a problem for us. (note: from prior gamewarden run-ins I happen to know that he would have to call in an actual police officer for the underage violation). He took all our IDs and told us to backtrack and meet back at our cars. His truck, with it's flashing yellow emergency lights, was parking us all in. He sat in the cab and didn't acknowledge us, as he continued to jot down our identification, after like twenty minutes one of us approached the truck and asked once again what our offence was, he still wouldn't say, but acted like he was being our pal by suggesting he'd speed things up by mailing our citations, rather than hold us all up while he filled them out. Some weeks went by and we thought he mighta been cool. Then they came, to all 5 of us, "Illegal Camping", $137. Mother fucker! With school and all, there was hardly time to arange a hearing, so 3 paid straight out, and Ben and I went to court. The game wrden said we had a cooler with food, and an axe, and a change of clothes - so that constituted overnight camping. We did not have extra clothes ( nor sleeping bags , blankets or tents), We had a six pack cooler with sausage and whiskey, and a twelve pack of beer on some rocks at the bank of the creek. We used to go there regulary after the computer lab closed and wind down the night for a couple hours. Whatever though. The judge just simply said it was our word against the official's. And tough luck, ..but he did council us pretty well on how to make an appeal.
The moral of the story: Always run. Never tell the truth. Never cooperate. And never go to court without a lawyer.
wise words right there. what is it that makes cops such assholes?Quote:
Originally Posted by Core Boy
can't wait until I'm the G-man harassing you all :lol:
I kid, I kid. I take bribes in the form of cookies and soda pop!
Ain't that the truth.Quote:
Originally Posted by Core Boy
The moral of the story: Always run. Never tell the truth. Never cooperate. And never go to court without a lawyer.
Cops are always fucking with me. there was perios where I thought someting was wrong cuz they didn't mess with me at all for about 3 years. But thats over now.
The last time a cop messed with me was about a month ago. I was Stopped a intersection (stop sign), took a sip of my Country Time Lemonade signaled the car on the left to go on ahead took a second sip of lemonade. I put the bottle in the cop holder and go on my way.
As soon as I crossed to the other side, the cop flashed his lights and pulled me over, FOR NOT STOPPING AT THE STOP SIGN!!!
I looked at my girl like wtf? and got a $50 ticket. The time before that last summer I got arrested for paying a speeding ticket late. I hate them.
the moral of the story is you should've flattened the fucker's head with a rock when you had the chance :D
yeah, we thought the same thing. :xx:Quote:
Originally Posted by 680x0
Hindsight is always 20/20.
And never pay your fucking fine up front! Any chance whoever issued the ticket doesn't show up in court, the paperwork gets thrown out the window with the rest of the trash.Quote:
Originally Posted by Core Boy
This one time the 5-0 were harrassing me and I karate chopped one of the coppers in the eyeball. Yeah, it was a sucker eyeball chop, what of it?
That po-po went down hard. His partner yanked his gun out of the holster. Luckily I had conceiled an AK47 in my baseball cap and proceeded to blow the bitch away... somehow... with him having one eye and bad AIM. He kept trying to close one eye for better perception... poor bastard. Hey, atleast his partner will be blind in one eye too so the jokes will end.
Anyway, long story short: car chase, fuzz on my ass, large ramp jump with me giving helicopter newsanchor thumbs up, ends in car crash with me dying.
No., Seriously?Quote:
Originally Posted by Andrew
ok, showing some ignorance, but where does the term "5-0" come from? That is a bitch to search for in google btw.
I don't know. I just say it because the cool kids do.