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Dang, man! Can't remember the number for 911 *cough*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 04, 2009 at 09:14 AM
"Could you bring some Funyons when you come to take my statement?"
Posted by: The Dread Pirate Chris | November 04, 2009 at 09:18 AM
...sheriff's spokesman Art Forgey...
He may not find your stash, but he knows a fake painting when he sees one.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 04, 2009 at 09:19 AM
...one of the men hit him on the head with a chrome firearm and that they took cash from his pocket and three to four grams of his personal smoking weed.
So they used blunt force?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 04, 2009 at 09:20 AM
*Loads shotgun*
Posted by: Hammond Rye | November 04, 2009 at 09:36 AM
Is that his "personal smoking weed" as opposed to his "primo selling weed"?
"Dave's not here, man."
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | November 04, 2009 at 09:44 AM
*Validates Jeff's Geezer bus pass*
Posted by: Hammond Rye | November 04, 2009 at 09:50 AM
far out. too stoned to know when NOT to call the cops. paging mr cheech and mr chong, because this stuff belongs in one of their movies.
Posted by: queensbee | November 04, 2009 at 09:56 AM
I'm sure his homeowner's insurance covers it.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 04, 2009 at 09:59 AM
Was He Them?
Posted by: trustf8 | November 04, 2009 at 10:04 AM
Whoah, man, I can't call the cops - there's no eleven on this phone, bro!
Posted by: MartiniShark | November 04, 2009 at 10:08 AM
"...when two men kicked in the door of the apartment."
Were these real men or pretend men?
Posted by: Cheesewiz | November 04, 2009 at 10:13 AM
BRILLIANT, DUDE!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 04, 2009 at 11:41 AM
He wasn't as dumb as it appears. The story says "No arrests had been made in the case by Tuesday."
Not even the caller? I guess MJ is legal in Gainesville?
Posted by: Jeff | November 04, 2009 at 12:33 PM
One of the cookies that that page tried to load onto my computer (and probably did load onto yours) was a
PBCSPERMUSERID
cookie. Just where are the word breaks supposed to be?
Posted by: oneblankspace | November 04, 2009 at 12:43 PM
Jeff, they'll arrest the victim after they return him his stolen property.
Posted by: CJrun | November 04, 2009 at 12:49 PM
I don't think any of the blog ladies have initials "PBC"...
Posted by: wiredog | November 04, 2009 at 12:53 PM
the thing i like is the 45 minute gap before he called 911, during this time, he and his friends (a/k/a 'the brain trust') debated whether to call the cops and what to say to them...
victim: dude, they stole my weed, and beat me up!
friend: bro, that's harsh! call the cops, but don't tell them about the weed...
victim: why not?
friend:what?
Posted by: insomniac | November 04, 2009 at 01:06 PM
Another Darwin Award nominee
Posted by: Tim in CSG | November 04, 2009 at 01:10 PM
Hey, wiredog, you and I are posting on Hesse's chat.
Posted by: Guin | November 04, 2009 at 01:57 PM
♪ It's a small world after all... ♫
Posted by: wiredog | November 04, 2009 at 02:02 PM
Once while working in the ER, I had a doctor and a patient get into a major fist fight. I blanked out on how to call 911. I absolutely could not remember how to do it for some odd reason. In my defense they were beating the crap out of each other right in front of me and it's not often that a doctor does that to a patient. Plus they had knocked me to the floor. I finally called 911 and both were arrested and another ER doctor called in to replace the one in the pokey. The plus side was it sure did empty out the waiting room and I didn't have much to do the rest of the night. Third shift's in the ER can be fun. btw, I was not on drugs.
Posted by: nursecindy | November 04, 2009 at 02:05 PM
FAR OUT, MAN!
Personally, I believe this man was channeling Cheech and Chong at the time:
"Hey, Mr. Pig, man, some guys just kicked in my door, man, and that was pretty far out, man, and then they stole my stuff, man, and they, like, ran away with it, man, and I was wondering if you could get it back for me, man..."
Posted by: Mercutio of Verona | November 04, 2009 at 02:46 PM
They never do this in North Dakota...
PT : How'd I get to the State H..?
Doc: (next day) How many bowls were you doin' man?
I suppose it would make the trip more interesting, perhaps, longer??
EB
Keep driving slow, so they don't get suspicious
Posted by: EB | November 04, 2009 at 04:46 PM
Be a doobie:
Doobie high
Doobie a roach sharer
Doobie loaded up on Cheetos
Doobie a resident of MA or CA
and not a Don'tbie:
Don'tbie a d**k
Don'tbie bogartin' that joint my friend
Don'tbie callin' the fuzz.
Personal smoking weed. Har.
Posted by: Loudmouth | November 04, 2009 at 05:19 PM
Cop: Hi, sir, we --
Dude: High!!
Cop: We'd been called about ---
Dude: Weed!!
Cop: Someone's apartment was hit ----
Dude: Hit!!
Cop: Was anything taken from ---
Dude: Tokin'!
Cop: What in Hell!?
Dude: Inhale!!
Cop: I'm gonna have to ask you to come along, sir.
Dude: A bong!!.......
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 04, 2009 at 08:50 PM
Wow, MTB man, I knew that was you before I even read your name, man.... We're channelin'
Posted by: Tash | November 04, 2009 at 09:43 PM
Stash!!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 04, 2009 at 09:51 PM
*snork* @ Meanie - yer smokin!
Posted by: Siouxie | November 05, 2009 at 09:23 AM
in his defense...45 minutes SEEMED like 4 minutes
either that or the robber told him to wait one hour and to start counting to 100, and he just plain lost count
Posted by: chaz schlueter | November 06, 2009 at 03:04 PM