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Was he filming something again
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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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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?”RatherBeBrewing said:
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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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. -
Look what you have created Derekntxduck said:
“You...my friend...you want sex show?”RatherBeBrewing said:
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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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. -
Big belly laughs in thentxduck said:
“You...my friend...you want sex show?”RatherBeBrewing said:
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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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.mediabedroom
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Them truck bed boys at it again. Those rascals
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Yeah, but then...RatherBeBrewing said:
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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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.
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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 youdnc said:
Big belly laughs in thentxduck said:
“You...my friend...you want sex show?”RatherBeBrewing said:
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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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.mediabedroom -
Why are you insulting my people my friend?ntxduck said:
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 youdnc said:
Big belly laughs in thentxduck said:
“You...my friend...you want sex show?”RatherBeBrewing said:
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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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.mediabedroom -
Hands up. Give me that Nacho plate, my friendCFetters_Nacho_Lover said:
Why are you insulting my people my friend?ntxduck said:
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 youdnc said:
Big belly laughs in thentxduck said:
“You...my friend...you want sex show?”RatherBeBrewing said:
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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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.mediabedroom -
You can take the boy out of the truck bed, but you can't take the truck bed out of the boy.bananasnblondes said:Them truck bed boys at it again. Those rascals
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The Sopranos/E German team track suit is a nice touch.Emoterman said:
Yeah, but then...RatherBeBrewing said:
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:FireCohen said:Was he filming something again
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. -
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Rumor is he got tagged for MIP from the Petty Pullman squad
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Minor in possession of videos?doogie said:Rumor is he got tagged for MIP from the Petty Pullman squad
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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
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Arrest? FFS. @TheKobeStopper talks a lot about fascism but didn’t expect to hit in Jay Inslee’s Warshington.FecalFeast said: -
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.GrundleStiltzkin said:
Arrest? FFS. @TheKobeStopper talks a lot about fascism but didn’t expect to hit in Jay Inslee’s Warshington.FecalFeast said: -
Let ze who is without sin cast the first stoneFecalFeast said: -
What kind of midget football costume is he wearing?AEB said:
Let ze who is without sin cast the first stoneFecalFeast said: -
Super long reply, mostly a rambling waste of time, you’ve been warned.Fishpo31 said: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
It’s always good to know the escape route, every fire marshal would approve. That was the closest I’ve come to having my teenage fun end with a ticket, I would usually take off. The one time I tried and couldn’t run away was not my own doing, but the fault of one of my good friends.
Another rager out in the boonies, except for not as rural. This is a place you could walk into town from without being The Revenant guy. Some kid had his car do the type of flips that the Romanian gymnastics team would want to steal for their floor routine. Cops showed up, but luckily I was in the field behind the house where people had parked, selling a dub bag to some hot chick. I was not planning on investing in bitcoin, as that wouldn’t exist for some time, but I was hoping that the bong wasn’t the only thing she’d be putting her mouth on. All of a sudden there’s a cry of “cops” or 5-0 or some shit and blue lights, and everyone not in or near the house takes off.
I have about an ounce of weed on me, mostly weighed out in dubs. Pretty simple, sprint through the field and vault a 5 foot tall fence. I’m well beyond it, with the previously mentioned hot girl and a dozen other people when I hear my name being whimpered in the saddest possible fucking way ever. My cat sounds about the same when his real owners forget to feee him. It’s my buddy, one of the people who came there with me. Dude was a whiner; one time he was crying, and I demanded to know why. When he told me I laughed so hard I drove off a cliff. But that’s a story for another time.
I had to go back to get him. You see, this whimpering fucker couldn’t clear the fence although he’s about 6’2” and everyone did it easy peasy. The problem is he’s build like a stoner Yogi Bear, see picture for visual:
I tried to boost Yogi over this mild inconvenience for a normal 18 year old male, female, or Galapagos tortoise. But he’s straight up having a panic attack and begging me not to leave him. I’m going to look like the bad guy, although it’s his 8 blunt a day habit and a diet consisting of melted cheese holding us back while I’m literally wearing delivery of a controlled substance.
I stay they with him, we hide near a grove of trees for like two hours. I can’t take it anymore and throw my jacket over the fence where I’ll be able to find it, make us go back to the house. I don’t care if I get an MIP, I can’t take this shit anymore. I pretend like we just got there, and since cops are letting people leave I walk up to one and bullshit that I came here to pick up my diabetic friend. They know who he is, he’s been trying to convince them he’s sober enough to drive but he didn’t say anything about being a diabetic. Cops give me his keys once I promise I’m sober, and I get to take him, Yogi, and a fourth friend who has been passed out in the cab of a truck. Earlier someone gave him a beer bong - but with SoCo, stole his shoes, and laid him to sleep in a Tacoma.
I get the drunks in the car, roll away, hop out to get my jacket full of weed. The shoeless one keeps calling a girl he saw there, confessing his love and asking for sexual favors. She’s on speaker phone and declines the invitation but promises him they can hang out when he’s not drunk enough to be de-shoed. I drop him off at his parents at 2am, in a quiet upper middle class cul de sac, where he stumbles around trying to find his shoes, and then yells back at the car: “I’m getting a hand job, you pussys!” As lights go on inside the house I peel the fuck out of there.
I’m still friends with stoner Yogi Bear. He has a 10 year old kid and an 8 year old. He still smokes a lot of weed, but is in better shape now. Last year I got really drunk in his garage and fell asleep, with nothing but a thin blanket and his flatulent elderly lab to keep me company. In his recollection that fence was 20 feet tall and all of the Mongol horde’s siege machinery would be useless against it. The guy trying to convince the cops he could drive is my best friend after a decade hiatus. He remembers everything nearly perfectly, maybe he’s just so goofy looking everyone thought he was drunk when he wasn’t. They both remember “I’m getting a hand job, you pussys!” like it was yesterday. As for shoeless? I don’t think he ever got that specific hand job. The last time I saw him was a few years back, not even him but a picture - I went into a pawn shop looking for a little tiny guitar amp and saw his picture on the list of people banned from said pawn shop. Hope he’s doing okay and on the receiving end of those handys although I doubt it. -
Do they not have homeless in Pullman or Moscow?FecalFeast said:
The way we did it back before the dark web and their fancy markets was to buy a real ID off someone who looks like you. Doesn’t even have to be all that similar. Example:
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He looks like he's 12 years old. Who the fuck is he trying to fool with a fake ID?FecalFeast said: -
Imagine being a football player and paying for your own beer. Get it together, Cuog.
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Is anyone else even on campus?BleachedAnusDawg said:Imagine being a football player and paying for your own beer. Get it together, Cuog.
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One more, I could spend a week on these situations...Party at a girl's house, her dad just happened to be our athletic director. I do the escape route scan, as do several of my comrades, except for one. We hear COPS!, hit the back door running. I was first, ducked the clothesline, hit the 6 foot fence, up and over...another one right on my tail. As he was about to hit the fence, the one who didn't scout it out (who happened to be our 6'2, 230 pound all state running back), LITERALLY is clotheslined...the guy behind me hears it, instantly knows what happened, and as he is beginning to laugh, loses the pep in his step and face-plants into the fence, almost knocking himself out. No arrests. This was 40 years ago, and was revisited in a phone call last week with face-plant dude, whom I haven't seen in about 30 years. ISYN, CSBRatherBeBrewing said:
Super long reply, mostly a rambling waste of time, you’ve been warned.Fishpo31 said: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
It’s always good to know the escape route, every fire marshal would approve. That was the closest I’ve come to having my teenage fun end with a ticket, I would usually take off. The one time I tried and couldn’t run away was not my own doing, but the fault of one of my good friends.
Another rager out in the boonies, except for not as rural. This is a place you could walk into town from without being The Revenant guy. Some kid had his car do the type of flips that the Romanian gymnastics team would want to steal for their floor routine. Cops showed up, but luckily I was in the field behind the house where people had parked, selling a dub bag to some hot chick. I was not planning on investing in bitcoin, as that wouldn’t exist for some time, but I was hoping that the bong wasn’t the only thing she’d be putting her mouth on. All of a sudden there’s a cry of “cops” or 5-0 or some shit and blue lights, and everyone not in or near the house takes off.
I have about an ounce of weed on me, mostly weighed out in dubs. Pretty simple, sprint through the field and vault a 5 foot tall fence. I’m well beyond it, with the previously mentioned hot girl and a dozen other people when I hear my name being whimpered in the saddest possible fucking way ever. My cat sounds about the same when his real owners forget to feee him. It’s my buddy, one of the people who came there with me. Dude was a whiner; one time he was crying, and I demanded to know why. When he told me I laughed so hard I drove off a cliff. But that’s a story for another time.
I had to go back to get him. You see, this whimpering fucker couldn’t clear the fence although he’s about 6’2” and everyone did it easy peasy. The problem is he’s build like a stoner Yogi Bear, see picture for visual:
I tried to boost Yogi over this mild inconvenience for a normal 18 year old male, female, or Galapagos tortoise. But he’s straight up having a panic attack and begging me not to leave him. I’m going to look like the bad guy, although it’s his 8 blunt a day habit and a diet consisting of melted cheese holding us back while I’m literally wearing delivery of a controlled substance.
I stay they with him, we hide near a grove of trees for like two hours. I can’t take it anymore and throw my jacket over the fence where I’ll be able to find it, make us go back to the house. I don’t care if I get an MIP, I can’t take this shit anymore. I pretend like we just got there, and since cops are letting people leave I walk up to one and bullshit that I came here to pick up my diabetic friend. They know who he is, he’s been trying to convince them he’s sober enough to drive but he didn’t say anything about being a diabetic. Cops give me his keys once I promise I’m sober, and I get to take him, Yogi, and a fourth friend who has been passed out in the cab of a truck. Earlier someone gave him a beer bong - but with SoCo, stole his shoes, and laid him to sleep in a Tacoma.
I get the drunks in the car, roll away, hop out to get my jacket full of weed. The shoeless one keeps calling a girl he saw there, confessing his love and asking for sexual favors. She’s on speaker phone and declines the invitation but promises him they can hang out when he’s not drunk enough to be de-shoed. I drop him off at his parents at 2am, in a quiet upper middle class cul de sac, where he stumbles around trying to find his shoes, and then yells back at the car: “I’m getting a hand job, you pussys!” As lights go on inside the house I peel the fuck out of there.
I’m still friends with stoner Yogi Bear. He has a 10 year old kid and an 8 year old. He still smokes a lot of weed, but is in better shape now. Last year I got really drunk in his garage and fell asleep, with nothing but a thin blanket and his flatulent elderly lab to keep me company. In his recollection that fence was 20 feet tall and all of the Mongol horde’s siege machinery would be useless against it. The guy trying to convince the cops he could drive is my best friend after a decade hiatus. He remembers everything nearly perfectly, maybe he’s just so goofy looking everyone thought he was drunk when he wasn’t. They both remember “I’m getting a hand job, you pussys!” like it was yesterday. As for shoeless? I don’t think he ever got that specific hand job. The last time I saw him was a few years back, not even him but a picture - I went into a pawn shop looking for a little tiny guitar amp and saw his picture on the list of people banned from said pawn shop. Hope he’s doing okay and on the receiving end of those handys although I doubt it.
