Fvck I Love New Charges

[reed dollaz 10+ year member]

welp.. im being approached by the police in an investigation. a girl i was with decided to call **** on me because "she doesnt remember" and since she was drunk i "*****" her.

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[bdawson72 5,000+ posts]

Wow.

 

[02parkave 5,000+ posts]

pics?

 

[azbass 5,000+ posts]

yeah having this thread on a public forum is probably a smart thing if your being investigated

 

[reed dollaz 10+ year member]

i havent incriminated myself in anyway. so having this thread will not do anything

 

[bose301s 5,000+ posts]

You goin to jail.

 

[djeazie 10+ year member]

Tell'em you wanna claim **** on her because you were drunk and dont remember. My buddy got screwed over in a deal like this. Some skank claimed **** on him (she is a major ****). He lost his job and totally F'ed his life up. Good luck to you.

 

[rtillaree 10+ year member]

give you $90 shipped for your audioz...

 

[crunktimes.com 5,000+ posts]

Is this the same chick you were telling us you used those roofies on the other night?

 

[njaykaplan 10+ year member]

I dont think my lawyer works up there, but hes bad *** when it comes to any type of criminal cases.. especially if you really are innocent. My brother has court this morning for a civil issue against the local police department, but http://www.chrishaddad.com is his website, could probably even give him a call just for advice.. Hes a very helpful, nice guy. If he doesnt work in that area, i'm sure he would know someone who does.

 

[wu501 10+ year member]

Is this the same chick you were telling us you used those roofies on the other night?

lolololololol

 

[mcsoul 10+ year member]

Stop posting. Don't talk to the cops at all. Get a lawyer.

 

[528hz 10+ year member]

Stop posting. Don't talk to the cops at all. Get a lawyer.

That's what I would do...

 

[Nexium 10+ year member]

Don't drop the soap.

 

[02parkave 5,000+ posts]

I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when my dad approached me. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering.

Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first--" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing.

Hammering away, happy as an old hammer hog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!"

But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with the drugs, I like to tell them this story.