thats a pretty entertaining story. i love asking cops questions before they even ask you one. it messes up their flow. they're get all whiny and say "n-n-no...look, kid! i'm gonna walk away and come back and you're gonna let me ask the questions! or, or i'll cave your head in with this here billy club! fiddlesticks!!!" and he walks away--all mad--and a moment later he comes back except he doesn't ask any qustions. he just maces me or cracks me across the teeth with the club or both. such sore sports!
now for a real story: two brothers and myself were doing some phone witnessing in the library of my kingdom hall. on the copier was a lil spray container of...something, i didn't know what. and while i was on the phone with a householder i picked it up and started fiddling with it absent-mindedly. then i accidentally sprayed the container toward the floor! i still didn't know what it was and right away i put it back where i found it. then one of the other brothers gets on the phone and he starts clearing his throat like a madman, *ahem, awkkk, kuhemmm, ughhhem* and he just hangs up the phone on the person! his eyes got all watery and the same thing begins to happen to the other brother. i'm like "what the heck, guys?" and before i got the whole sentence out i was all choked up too and we all ended up running out the backdoor. after two seconds i realize it was the spray. so we go back in and i read the bottle and it was pepper spray that someone found in the coatroom that morning. man, did i feel dumb.
I was one the sufferers of fivezero's hey-what's-in-this-spray-bottle-i-wonder-let's-see-cuz-the-last-thing-i-expect-is-it's-something-harmful-but-if-it-is-well-that's-fine-i-have-the-urge-to-spray-it-anyway-and-that-should-be-reason-enough pepper spray spraying.
haha that must have taken you so long to type. nice nice
HAHAHAHA that was hilarious...it reminds me of this one day, when me and Brian were young, I wasn't feeling good so I was sleeping on the couch in the living room. Brian gets this EVIL thought in his head, runs to the kitchen, shuffles through the spice cabinet and emerges with pepper and subsequently sprinkles it all over my nose and eyes. Suddenly I feel this tingling sensation and hear the faint restrained giggle of my brother who is hovering over me. Just as I begin to open my eyes, he's gone! And ALL the pepper is now sinking slowly into my eyes...So, quick! I run to the sink screaming my head off...I must have rinsed my eyes out for an hour until the burning finally ceased...
why do they call it a billy club anyway?
