Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
“You...my friend...you want sex show?”
Big belly laughs in the media bedroom
As someone who’s spent a lot of time in the former Yugoslavia (ex gf of 7 years mom was from Croatia), every mfing male there will refer to you as “my friend”. Usually when they’re trying to rob you
Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
“You...my friend...you want sex show?”
Big belly laughs in the media bedroom
As someone who’s spent a lot of time in the former Yugoslavia (ex gf of 7 years mom was from Croatia), every mfing male there will refer to you as “my friend”. Usually when they’re trying to rob you
Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
“You...my friend...you want sex show?”
Big belly laughs in the media bedroom
As someone who’s spent a lot of time in the former Yugoslavia (ex gf of 7 years mom was from Croatia), every mfing male there will refer to you as “my friend”. Usually when they’re trying to rob you
Bold to assume that allegedly making and distributing videos of a minor engaged in consensual or non consensual truck bed activities is against team rules in this guys program: He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
Yeah, but then...
The Sopranos/E German team track suit is a nice touch.
I have a few MIP stories. My favorite has to be from a high school rager that got busted. Probably 150-200 kids, out in the country. Big fight started, some karate round house kick throwing dudes older sister showed up with a gun, in a shocker the redneck kids also had guns. Someone called the cops, not a lot of running away as it was a dead end road and miles of woods. Cops dealt with that shit and began writing MIPs to everyone who couldn’t pass a field sobriety test.
The little brother of a friend of mine was really wasted, the type of wasted you can only get at 15. When they did the sobriety test on him he puked all over the cop. Trying to follow the pen in front of the flash light proved too much for him, ralphed the cop top to bottom: shirt, pants, shoes. He was told to sit the fuck down. There was another dude who had been passed out since before the cops got there. His face and upper body had been used as a canvas for young artists, and they chose dicks and swastikas as the theme. He was asleep the whole time the cops were there, slept through like a 100 kids getting citations. They wake him up and ask “how much have you had to drink, son?” He looks around confused and says “nothing, sir” and the puke cop doubled over laughing. Really lightened the mood.
It wound up that they didn’t actually write any MIPs, they were all fake to scare us dumb kids. I didn’t even get a fake one because I told one cop the other one tested me. Except for my friend’s pukey brother, his MIP was real.
I was very adept at having a great time without getting caught. I was well into my 30's and still checking escape routes every time I went to a house party. When we would get caught with beer in HS, the cops would put us through the ringer...cuffs, in the squad car, phone numbers asked for to call parents, a lot of shit talking...aaaand, then pour the beer on us, and tell us to go home. My best friend's dad was a cop, and he would show up if on shift to add to the terror. It was how I learned to do laundry...CSB
Arrest? FFS. @TheKobeStopper talks a lot about fascism but didn’t expect to hit in Jay Inslee’s Warshington.
Black eye for cuoglets that try to claim Pullman is somehow a better college environment than the Ewe-District, where homeless people and gentrification takes up most of the attention from local law enforcement.
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He looks like a composite of every shady Eastern European cafe owner I’ve ever known. I guess the shady part was redundant. The type of cafe where you get your own booth with a buzzer to call the waitress and if you tell them Dima or Slava or someone sent you they either bring something back to you or bring you to the back.
mediabedroomThe little brother of a friend of mine was really wasted, the type of wasted you can only get at 15. When they did the sobriety test on him he puked all over the cop. Trying to follow the pen in front of the flash light proved too much for him, ralphed the cop top to bottom: shirt, pants, shoes. He was told to sit the fuck down. There was another dude who had been passed out since before the cops got there. His face and upper body had been used as a canvas for young artists, and they chose dicks and swastikas as the theme. He was asleep the whole time the cops were there, slept through like a 100 kids getting citations. They wake him up and ask “how much have you had to drink, son?” He looks around confused and says “nothing, sir” and the puke cop doubled over laughing. Really lightened the mood.
It wound up that they didn’t actually write any MIPs, they were all fake to scare us dumb kids. I didn’t even get a fake one because I told one cop the other one tested me. Except for my friend’s pukey brother, his MIP was real.