So lately there have been a lot of drunk shitheads hanging around outside my bedroom window at, oh....say...5 A.M. -- so after cordially asking them to "please be quiet so I can a the shleep thanks" and subsequently getting what I like to refer to as "the finger", I thought it would be prudent to call the most hardworking folks in America -- AKA the Seattle Police. So for your reading pleasure, I have recorded the police's effective and uber-bitchin methods of dealing with these hooligans.
Saturday, October 2: 3:57 A.M.
No police officer showed
Sunday, October 3: 4:43 A.M.
No police officer showed
BUT I GET A FUCKING $160 TICKET BECAUSE MY TABS HAVE BEEN EXPIRED FOR TWO GODDAMMED DAYS?!
Dear Seattle Police:
What THE FUCK is wrong with you guys? SERIOUSLY.
Saturday, October 2: 3:57 A.M.
No police officer showed
Sunday, October 3: 4:43 A.M.
No police officer showed
BUT I GET A FUCKING $160 TICKET BECAUSE MY TABS HAVE BEEN EXPIRED FOR TWO GODDAMMED DAYS?!
Dear Seattle Police:
What THE FUCK is wrong with you guys? SERIOUSLY.
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it_thing_hard_on:
Yeah, so I'm a bad speller when I'm drunk. Just be glad that's all I am.
luminaire:
Thats how it goes.