Cops are Tops!
Have you ever had one of those nights, where you are so bored... you think you are going insane?
Last Saturday night, i felt a bit like that. I had nothing to do, and the boredom was making me go insane!
So, what did i do? I called up some friends, of course. BOOYA! off to Penrith Aqua Golf!
So we went off to Aqua Golf at about 8:00. It's about a half hour drive 0ut there, so we started playing a few goes around 8:30 or so. Nothing too exciting (well actually, i hit the $100 target, but i had no witnesses :[ so no money), so off we headed home.
But fuck, it's saturday night. Why are we going home?
We decided to just drive around a bit. Maybe the school gates were left open? maybe we could go DOOORRIFFFTOOOOO in an open oval? But no, no fucking luck.
So there we were just driving around in circles, when we saw the park which one of my mates in the car worked at, with about 20 or so teenagers
at the pavillion and on the roof and stuff.
We didn't know what the fuck was going on, so we drove around the other side of the oval, and saw the HUGE amounts of grafiti they had done.
Those motherfuckers had been grafitiing that pavillion for ages, and no-one had caught them before.. so my mate decided to call the cops.
There we are, sitting in a side-street waiting for a copper to turn up and tell them all to gtfo... when all of a sudded we saw the high beams of 4 stationary cop cars illuminate.
Jesus! 3 cop cars and a paddy wagon! and they were fucking in there, and had those pricks circled with battons waving.
Us 3 sitting in the car are like "HELL YEA!" and decided to drive round to where the cop cars were to tell them some info.
As we start getting closer we see a cop jump out of the car, macho style waving his flashlight at us.
"STOP THE CAR! WHO ARE YOU?!"
Then, he pulls out his pistol and points it at the front right tyre (or me?).
SHIT! I slam on the brakes.
He comes over to the car, now with his pistol in his holder, and his batton in hand.
"STEP OUT OF THE CAR NOW!" He yells.
My mate looks at him out the rear window and tell him, bloody hell mate! we are the ones that called this in!
So the cop thinks for a second, looks at us, and then continues to put his batton away.
At this stage we were pretty shocked and the cop car explains the whole thing about whats happening with the graffitti artists and the like.
Apparently they have one guy, who deny's having anything to do with the "artwork" even though his hands were covered in paint and shit. Most of the other kids were sitting on the gutter near the coppers crying like a bunch of faggots, scared that the cops are gonna call their mummies.
We ended up being told to leave, just leaving out number with the cops.
I think it was probably the most shitscared i've ever been around a cop, apart from the time i drove past a RBT station, half drunk.
And there we have it! My Saturday night.
Last Saturday night, i felt a bit like that. I had nothing to do, and the boredom was making me go insane!
So, what did i do? I called up some friends, of course. BOOYA! off to Penrith Aqua Golf!
So we went off to Aqua Golf at about 8:00. It's about a half hour drive 0ut there, so we started playing a few goes around 8:30 or so. Nothing too exciting (well actually, i hit the $100 target, but i had no witnesses :[ so no money), so off we headed home.
But fuck, it's saturday night. Why are we going home?
We decided to just drive around a bit. Maybe the school gates were left open? maybe we could go DOOORRIFFFTOOOOO in an open oval? But no, no fucking luck.
So there we were just driving around in circles, when we saw the park which one of my mates in the car worked at, with about 20 or so teenagers
at the pavillion and on the roof and stuff.
We didn't know what the fuck was going on, so we drove around the other side of the oval, and saw the HUGE amounts of grafiti they had done.
Those motherfuckers had been grafitiing that pavillion for ages, and no-one had caught them before.. so my mate decided to call the cops.
There we are, sitting in a side-street waiting for a copper to turn up and tell them all to gtfo... when all of a sudded we saw the high beams of 4 stationary cop cars illuminate.
Jesus! 3 cop cars and a paddy wagon! and they were fucking in there, and had those pricks circled with battons waving.
Us 3 sitting in the car are like "HELL YEA!" and decided to drive round to where the cop cars were to tell them some info.
As we start getting closer we see a cop jump out of the car, macho style waving his flashlight at us.
"STOP THE CAR! WHO ARE YOU?!"
Then, he pulls out his pistol and points it at the front right tyre (or me?).
SHIT! I slam on the brakes.
He comes over to the car, now with his pistol in his holder, and his batton in hand.
"STEP OUT OF THE CAR NOW!" He yells.
My mate looks at him out the rear window and tell him, bloody hell mate! we are the ones that called this in!
So the cop thinks for a second, looks at us, and then continues to put his batton away.
At this stage we were pretty shocked and the cop car explains the whole thing about whats happening with the graffitti artists and the like.
Apparently they have one guy, who deny's having anything to do with the "artwork" even though his hands were covered in paint and shit. Most of the other kids were sitting on the gutter near the coppers crying like a bunch of faggots, scared that the cops are gonna call their mummies.
We ended up being told to leave, just leaving out number with the cops.
I think it was probably the most shitscared i've ever been around a cop, apart from the time i drove past a RBT station, half drunk.
And there we have it! My Saturday night.
posted by Calabrese at 4:11 PM
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