Quote Originally Posted by brookerosebud
check this out guys this happened 2 nights ago.

i had a guy hanging out at my place. long story short, i broke out my stash around midnight, and he hit the bong a few times with me. i was talking to him about the time my german shepherd was poisened (rick, if i find you, you're DED!) and the dude jumped up off the couch totally freaking out!!

"What's in this shit? What's in this shit?! you bitch! you poisened me! i'm dying, im gonna die"

W.....T......F?????

he runs upstairs, i follow, by the time i got to the den, he's on the phone!!!! the fucker dialed 911!!!

"yeh, im...i think i'm dyin hurry!!!"

he slammed down the phone and started pacing and mumbling and shit! all this woke my brother, who came out in the middle of the call and was trying to talk sense into this fucking maniac. i currently have 8 blueberrys in my closet. oh. shit. fuck.

the very first thing i did was let the dog out and commanded her to gaurd the gate.( she's a very big, very mean, and very big dog) then i turned to beat this fucker with anything i could find for a second before the cops and ambulances and firefighters show up, but my brother had already taken care of it. he hit him so hard, i felt it, and it was over for him.

then the blue lights show up. i'm scared as hell, and high as a fucking kite. but i took my sweatshirt off and ran out the side door and up the hedges and made it to the gate just as he got to the end of the driveway. the dog lay there watching. the cop got out and started to walk to the other gate, but i called out and he walked back to me.

"ma'am we got an emergency call from this address, but the call was unitelligable. are you all right, is everything ok here?"

i said, "sir, i called because i thought i might have been having a stroke or something. i was cleaning my closet out and got real dizzy, and i fell against the wall and slid to the floor. after a minute or two, i crawled to the phone and called 911."

"ok, we'll have the ambulance here asap. don't you worry sweetheart, you're going to be all right."

not over yet right, i'm shaking like a leaf and i didn't have to fake that part! the ambulance shows up and three people get out of it and start to cluster, then two fire trucks pull in next door, and volunteers pour out, the another ambulance and another cop pull in the drive way. one of the paramedics tells me that i need to be seen in the just arriving ambulance. at this point, the dog goes totally apeshit and nobody wants to come in my yard :dance:

as three more paramedics get out of this one, the other three helped me into the back of the ambulance. i told them the story of falling/feinting and they did all kinds of tests and it turned out that i just stood up too fast. "no sir, i've never done any drugs in my life! " they ate that shit hook, line, and sinker! they were to busy looking at my tits to see my blood red eyes. the cops left, the fire trucks left, and the e.m.t. had me sign a peice of paper, and bid me good night. as i was going back to the gate, this guy, the one that freaked, comes out staggering and trying to flag down the ambulance as they pulled out of driveway.

The E.M.T,'s waved back at him! lolololol:dance:

he turned to me and i kicked him sterile. my brother came out(he has asthma and was having an attack) drug the guy to the truck and drove him 20 mins down the road and left him.:thumbsup:

i should be nominated for accademy award, or best actress or something. i mean that is one of the most shaking experiences of my life. But, this is deffinitely the most incredible pulloff i've ever had. qp in my bro's room, 8 plants in mine. and a dumb fuck noob smoker that flipped. he was sexy too.

ps the tank top in 40 degree weather is probably what saved me but you be the judge. do you guys think this worthy of the closecall hall of fame?

love, brooke

:dance: my plants are still alive and i'm not in jail :dance:

thats such an awesome story. i love how u and your brother beat the hell out of that fool. great work! u get an A. :thumbsup: