Spit yo gum out and show some respect to the police!
Mafia--> You wanna do something about it?
"Never get a ride with Harrison, he's never here!" -Yeah Bro. James
Lady Cop: You've been drinking and smoking pot, where are your keys?
Me: You woke me up, I wasn't driving. I didn't know you couldn't sleep in in your own car.
Lady Cop: Do you usually keep a pillow in your car?
Me: No, not usually, I was planning on sleeping in my car.
Yeah #118 on Halftime Howie's Big 250! Also got on the Elite 10 for one week. But he's got the 2003 list up now, so I'm gone.
Rola-->VEITH on forehead followed by a Binick teabag to wake you up the next morning!
Me: Dude, don't pee in my car!
Ferguson: Chill, I'm peeing in this cup. We can't let the smoke out.
Me: Shit!, You're getting it on my pillow.
"I can feel the air pockets in my brain."
Me: (As I roll down my window and the smoke comes pouring out) I'm sorry officer, I have alergies and I was just stopping for a second because I wasn't feeling well.
Dreyer: Yeah, yeah, he was feeling sick.
Cop: You're full of shit, get the hell outta here!
Ferguson: Dude, why are we smoking so much before the fucking concert (a band concert), this is retarted. And I know we're gonna get caught cuz you always get caught with everything.
Me: Nah man, don't worry about it, we'll be fine.
Ferguson: How are my eyes?
Me: They're pretty red, put visine in.
(At the concert and many drops of visine later...)
Ferguson: Are my eyes ok?
Me: Hahahahahahaah, dude, what's wrong with you?, they're still so red!
As we cruise down Hershey Hill into the heart of Glen Cove in Nick's Golf during midday looking for black people to yell at, Rola says "Damn nigg*s only come out at night!"
Me: Dude, lets ch-, lets chang!
Dreyer: What the fuck Brix you mess!?
Me: Oh shit! I was gonna say chill and hang at the same time, so I mixed them and said chang.
Dreyer: Shut up Brix, you're retarted!
12/20/02 - I smoked so much this night that at one point I couldn't move. It was the most amazing feeling ever.(Note: I was a faggot when I wrote that, It must have been my first time getting ridiculously high.)
Cop: Hey kid, yeah you with the beer!
Me (Drops Beer): Ugh, yeah?
Cop: Where do you think you're going?
Me: I was gonna sleep in my car.
Cop: No you're not, keep walking, get a cab.
(As the cop gets distracted with Dreyer baking out Lee's car with some kids, he forgets about me........then he asks every1 where they live and then....)
Cop (Picks up my beer): Where's that kid who was running off with the beer before?
Everyone: Ugh, I think he left awhile ago, yeah he got picked up by a cab.
Cop: Alright then everyone start walking to Hempstead Ave, that's where a cab can pick you up.
Everyone: Ok