Time is going by really really really slow
It’s a tale as old as time. Cop confiscates marijuana. Cop bakes marijuana into brownies. Cop and wife eat brownies and think they’ve OD’d. Cop calls 911 to report that he thinks he’s dead. The reason? Time is going by really really really slow.
Sometimes I have days where time goes like that.
I like the off screen reporter who’s just cracking up and the look the anchor woman gives her just after the second snort. I just wish they played the 911 tape to see how the operator responded to that. Good times.
May 24th, 2007 at 7:03 pm
What a total dumbass. “I think we’re dead.” HA!
May 24th, 2007 at 9:02 pm
I know.. and he’s a cop! I can’t even imagine what his friends said when they found out. That really is something you don’t live down, the only solution is moving!
May 24th, 2007 at 11:48 pm
Somehow, I’m not really too surprised. I vacationed with a bunch of cops down in Cabo one summer. They partied harder than anyone I’ve ever known. It was scary. They got blasted on Jagerbombs every night and actually smoked some of that hellacious, who-knows-what-it-is weed that they sell to stupid touristas down there. And that’s just the stuff I can mention. One of the guys disappeared for two days after we left him playing pool with a bunch of strippers. He offered no explanation for his whereabouts. Another picked up on some high school girls from Tennessee at Squid Roe and kept trying to smuggle them into our hotel room. I’m really glad I didn’t end up in Mexican prison thanks to those nutjobs.