i probably encounter the police 4 times a week on average just for skating. half the time i would have weed right in my pocket and they DON'T KNOOOOOOWWWWW hahaha feels good.
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i probably encounter the police 4 times a week on average just for skating. half the time i would have weed right in my pocket and they DON'T KNOOOOOOWWWWW hahaha feels good.
Never have i called the pigs on anyone. I've wanted to a couple of times. I've called the cops about obstructions in the road, but that's it. I dont like them, they dont like me. I dont like talking to them, they dont like talking to me.
everytime i meet police they either rob me or try to convict me....= i tend to stay away from police they're worse then the enemy mostly.
I had this happen to me too, cops lied and said a bunch of us just needed to move our cars, then once my friends started up the engines more cops came and blocked off the street, started threating to give everyone DUI's and shit. cuffed my mom and put her in the back of the squad car....fucking bull shit.Quote:
Originally Posted by 420MissHighTimes420
I try and avoid cops at all costs, even when they are helping me out they give me the willies
^^ that sucks!!!! sorry to hear that man
i think neghbors r just jealous that they dont get to party like us
i have never called the cops on anyone before, it would be a rare case if i ever did
I had a visit from Dutch detectives when I lived in Holland , I had a bit of a reputation and they knew a bit about me but nothing they had any evidence of, they asked me a lot of questions about a guy who I had done some business with .
At first it was friendly , friendly but I didn't really know the guy that well and when they weren't getting the answers they wanted they threatened to have my work permit cancelled. I told them they could do what they want as I don't know anything that could be of use to them.
They let it drop and thanked me for my time , I asked "Why the interest in this guy ?" and they told me he was selling all sorts of shit outside local schools.
I would've given them anything they needed if I had known anything but unfortunately I couldn't sell him down the river.
Some fuckers deserve to get arrested, I have done time and deserved it .
It would depend heavily on what kind of crime was being commited wether I dial 999 or 112 or even 911 or whatever the emergency number is where I'm living at that time.
We had an insane neighbor in a past neighborhood who was this ranting, violent, profane, drunken asshole when we complained directly to him about his incessantly barking dogs. So we called the cops to prevent the situation that would have happened next, which would have involved him and my husband harming or possibly killing one another. Turns out, he was Mr. Twisted in many ways. An unspeakable domestic abuser. Someone who was not treating those animals well (no wonder they were barking incessantly--they were pleading for someone else's attention). Someone with a fairly long history of dealing with law enforcment, apparently. We went to court with him four times before he finally (after his wife came to her senses and moved out one day when he was at work) moved someplace else.
I'm much more apt to call cops if I need assistance of some kind than to report someone else. But if you prove to me you're a dangerous, violent jerk and I'm afraid of you--or if I think someone's health or life is in danger--then I wouldn't hesitate for a second. I think the whole anti-snitch movement is unconscionable if there's a question of a felony crime that's occurring.
Once upon a time, I was a youngster that just loved to get high. Sometimes I would get so ridiculous, it would impair my ability to use a remote control.
One such night, a friend and I were getting numbskulled in my kitchen when my parents were not home...when all of a sudden, we heard my neighbor yelling hysterically outside. I therefore decided to sneak a peek out to see what the heck was going on, obviously.
As I stuck my head out the window, I perceived a young man setting the bottom floor of our appartment complex on fire. Now that might explain why the neighbor was acting so damn crazy. She then saw me, and immediately yelled at me to call the police. "Call the police!! Call 9-1-1!!", she said repeatedly.
Well being the stoned youngster I was, I couldn't help but ask... "What's the number??".
My friend laughed at me for about 2 hours straight, and I still hear about it today... damn it!
I was stoned damnit...I was stoned!! :jointsmile:
My friend was badly beaten up, so I called 911. I'm not letting him just sit there without medical attention.
Needless to say, when the police should've done something about it, they let it slide. Meanwhile they bust pot smokers. Sickening. A necessary evil, deterring people from doing anything they want, but at the same time, being totally useless!