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Gas, grass, or ass.
In the course of a waiter oil change on a car today I found two bags of weed (okay, after the first bag I went looking) and a bag of suspicious looking white powder as well as two used and two unused condoms. The interior of the vehicle reeked of gasoline.
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Cop cars do it faster.
Right before the above story I did an oil change on a cop car that was spill over from the ford house. That was interesting. I got to play with the lights. What I really wanted to do was take it on a test drive but better judgement got ahold of me and shook some sense into me.
I just gotta say, my local PD have huge engines under the hoods of their cars, and they're supercharged. It was a beautiful sight.
Any who, the cop was still in the customer waiting room when I found the intersting items in the next car. I told him I needed to ask him a question out in the shop. I showed Mr. Police Officer what I had found and who it belonged to. He told me he couldn't do anything unless he found more on his own. He noticed the back seat was loose and found three more bags of weed underneath.
They both left in the cop car.
In the course of a waiter oil change on a car today I found two bags of weed (okay, after the first bag I went looking) and a bag of suspicious looking white powder as well as two used and two unused condoms. The interior of the vehicle reeked of gasoline.
The story continues below.
Cop cars do it faster.
Right before the above story I did an oil change on a cop car that was spill over from the ford house. That was interesting. I got to play with the lights. What I really wanted to do was take it on a test drive but better judgement got ahold of me and shook some sense into me.
I just gotta say, my local PD have huge engines under the hoods of their cars, and they're supercharged. It was a beautiful sight.
Any who, the cop was still in the customer waiting room when I found the intersting items in the next car. I told him I needed to ask him a question out in the shop. I showed Mr. Police Officer what I had found and who it belonged to. He told me he couldn't do anything unless he found more on his own. He noticed the back seat was loose and found three more bags of weed underneath.
They both left in the cop car.
I've said this, loudly, when my husband is waiting somewhere for me to pick him up in the car. I'd slow down like I was checking him out, roll down the passenger window and say "gas, grass, or ass, baby" loudly enough for people standing on the street to hear. Then I'd unlock the door for him.
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