At the NYE game this year against the Oilers about half way through the thrid period during a TV timeout I ran to the washroom in the concourse. I go in and there is only one other guy in there standing at a urinal, plus there was a security guard in the back corner. As I'm rocking a pi$$ two CPS officers walk in the washroom and the security guard points to a closed stall. One of the cops goes in the stall beside it and hops up on the toilet and looks into the closed stall and starts yelling at someone to open the door and put their hands up. A native guy wearing a Stampede Casino uniform comes out and the police quietly arrest him and take him away. This all happened in about 20 seconds.
There was one incident I seen happen here in Toronto that sticks out in my mind:
There was a construction site downtown, although I forget where, exactly, where some cops were standing around observing it all and making sure traffic got through okay. I was walking along the sidewalk, along with a bunch of my fellow pedestrians, minding my own business, sipping my Coca-Cola, when I got up to a traffic light. There was a family in a white car at the head of the line: kid in the back, Mom and Dad up front. Suddenly some schmohawk starts laying on his horn behind them, even though it was a red light, and turned out to drive up alongside them. He starts cursing extremely loudly at the poor woman in the passenger seat and FLICKS his cigarette in their open window. He actually flicked it in their window!
So, I and the rest of the people waiting for the light to change were just staring at this when he squeals his tires and makes a sharp turn to the right as the light changed when somebody up and threw a rock at his car making direct contact. I have no clue who did it, but he or she is my hero.
The guy stopped his souped-up spoiler-sporting car in the middle of the street, jumped out, and starts yelling at the top of his lungs, asking who threw the rock. He was just letting loose. The two cops that were watching the construction site immediately walk over and tell him he had to move his car, he couldn't just park in the centre of the street. So schmohawk starts screaming at them (he must have been on drugs is all I can think of) and they keep calmly telling him to move his car.
That's when schmohawk made his last mistake. He pushed -- this is 100% true -- he PUSHED the cop out of his way. So the other cop just whips out his pepper spray, sprays the fool straight in the eyes, and the other guy grabs him, spins him around, twists his arms in the process, and starts cuffing him. It was great. Schmohawk got served and his car likely got towed.
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This happened at Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris, two cops were leading a african guy away, each dragging him by the arms, he screaming and yelling in french (my mom translated, the guys was pretty much say "NO!, I don't want to go back), the guys was struggling with the cops aswell. Then with the guy struggling one of his arms smacks one of the cops, the two cops threw him on the ground and started punching and kicking him, then cuffed him. I assume he was deported.
You and your friends do many things which lead to a good story. Perhaps you should write some internet memoirs, ala Tucker Max
I can't believe that guy still gets laid with all the bad stories he tells. I wonder if he's ever been rejected or Roger Millions blocked from being recognized.
Story is a lot more tame than it would appear, but to try and look cool, I'll just leave it at that.
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There was one incident I seen happen here in Toronto that sticks out in my mind:
There was a construction site downtown, although I forget where, exactly, where some cops were standing around observing it all and making sure traffic got through okay. I was walking along the sidewalk, along with a bunch of my fellow pedestrians, minding my own business, sipping my Coca-Cola, when I got up to a traffic light. There was a family in a white car at the head of the line: kid in the back, Mom and Dad up front. Suddenly some schmohawk starts laying on his horn behind them, even though it was a red light, and turned out to drive up alongside them. He starts cursing extremely loudly at the poor woman in the passenger seat and FLICKS his cigarette in their open window. He actually flicked it in their window!
So, I and the rest of the people waiting for the light to change were just staring at this when he squeals his tires and makes a sharp turn to the right as the light changed when somebody up and threw a rock at his car making direct contact. I have no clue who did it, but he or she is my hero.
The guy stopped his souped-up spoiler-sporting car in the middle of the street, jumped out, and starts yelling at the top of his lungs, asking who threw the rock. He was just letting loose. The two cops that were watching the construction site immediately walk over and tell him he had to move his car, he couldn't just park in the centre of the street. So schmohawk starts screaming at them (he must have been on drugs is all I can think of) and they keep calmly telling him to move his car.
That's when schmohawk made his last mistake. He pushed -- this is 100% true -- he PUSHED the cop out of his way. So the other cop just whips out his pepper spray, sprays the fool straight in the eyes, and the other guy grabs him, spins him around, twists his arms in the process, and starts cuffing him. It was great. Schmohawk got served and his car likely got towed.
THAT... Is awesome. I wanna buy the rock thrower a beer.
Oh, and what's a schmohawk? Like Mohawk indian that's a schmo?
Story is a lot more tame than it would appear, but to try and look cool, I'll just leave it at that.
You are an Oilers fan, I would tase you too.
For me it would have to be when a squad car pulled up on me and a buddy stuffing our girlfriends into the trunk of my car just outside of the old drive in theatre to try to sneak them in for free. The cops must have been having a good night as they just laughed and one of them actually grabbed one of the girls legs and helped her lift it into the trunk. I thanked them and they just gave me a "stay out of trouble" on their way back to the car and were gone.
About 2 years ago I got home one night at around 2am and open the fence to walk up to the front door. I noticed the motion sensor light hadn't turned on. About 2 seconds later I look to my left and see someone with a rifle/automatic weapon standing about 10 feet from me. And then 2 more came out behind him. Turned out there were about 8-10 cops who were just about to raid a house across the street.
They had unscrewed the bulb so it wouldn't be turning off and on as they moved around my yard which they were using as a place to set up. They waited for the guy to get home and stormed the place at like 4am
About 2 years ago I got home one night at around 2am and open the fence to walk up to the front door. I noticed the motion sensor light hadn't turned on. About 2 seconds later I look to my left and see someone with a rifle/automatic weapon standing about 10 feet from me. And then 2 more came out behind him. Turned out there were about 8-10 cops who were just about to raid a house across the street.
They had unscrewed the bulb so it wouldn't be turning off and on as they moved around my yard which they were using as a place to set up. They waited for the guy to get home and stormed the place at like 4am
Is that even legal or did they have prior permission to use your property?
Just after New Year's about 10 years ago, I'd just bought my house and had barely settled in. I'm woken up by what I thought was just the juvenile delinquents across the street setting off fireworks at 1 in the morning. Went back to sleep. And then again a few minutes later, but this time I realized it was not fireworks, but definitely gunshots. Knock at the door, SWAT officer in full camo, assault rifle, the whole deal. Tells me a dude in the apartments next door has been shooting at cars on the street, and shot at the cops who responded, so you know they're pissed off. Asks if they can use my dining room window to try to get a shot at the guy. I'm not going to say no.
So they set up the whole thing on my dining room table: heat scope sniper rifle, tear gas grenade launcher, just like in the movies. The order us into the back room, with the lights off. It's quiet for a while, then the *bleep* totally went down. They ended getting the guy without killing him (a rarity with Portland cops). But the SWAT guys have to wait around for forensics and the incident commander to take stock of everything, so I made them all coffee and they hung out watching MASH for a while. Took days for the smell of tear gas to dissipate. And none of the cops ever said anything about the loaded bowl sitting on the coffee table the whole time.
It was a great "welcome to the neighborhood" moment, but totally random and nothing like that ever happened again.
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A buddy of mine was throwing a party last summer and everyone was having a good time. I'm talking to a few friends when one of my buddies comes over and tells me there's some kid on drugs going nuts. I go with my friend over to where the guy is freaking out an as we approach he takes a huge swing at the mirror. After connecting with a good shot he turns around and takes a swing at my rather large buddy. Once this happens we push him out the door. He stumbles to the sidewalk and few of us head out to try and calm the kid down. He starts yelling things like " You don't know what I've done, you don't know who I know" and "i've done things so bad i can't sleep at night" ( it was weird cause this random guy actually liked me and every once in a while turn to me and tell me I'm a good guy). Anyways once we realize that we're not gonna be able to calm him down we call the cops. Just before the cops arrive he takes another swing at my buddy. We calmly jump in a pin him to the ground. The cops finally get there and we tell him what happend. He tells us we did the right thing and to let the kid up. The kid gets up and the cop tells him he's going to the drunk tank. He obviously wasn't too pleased about it and took a swing (and connected) with the cop. The other cop calmly comes in and gives he a huge open handed punch/chop to the back of the head and the kid goes down. The cop jumps on top of him and puts his knee on his back. The kid is freaking out yelling "I don't feel pain" and I kid you not the cop takes a deep breath and says "You're gonna feel pain tonight" at which the kid starts going nuts again. Meanwhile we're on the ground laughing. The cop then takes out his baton and gives him a few shots. After this it took them about 20 minutes to get the kid cuffed and into the back of the police cruiser.
I think I witnessed a drug bust, but I can't confirm that. I went to Burbank to watch a friend of mine play hockey. Standard procedure after the game is that his teammates do some tailgating in the parking lot. We were outside the rink waiting for the players to get changed, and my friend was one of the first out. He notices this middle eastern looking guy in a BMW driving up toward the parking lot really slow and points it out to us as unusual. Behind this car is a mini-truck and a couple of other cars. The BMW stops, plain clothes cops get out of three unmarked cars/trucks, and then all of a sudden there were a ton of police cars with lights and sirens going, a police dog and they got this guy out of his car and began searching the vehicle. I've never seen anything like it before. After the initial commotion, it got a bit dull with the investigation. If I recall, someone just fired up the grill and we all ended up in the parking lot like normal. I was still a bit nervous about what was going on over at the other end of the parking lot. I sure didn't want to get caught in any sort of crossfire.
Back when there was a strip bar called Peeper's south. I was there with a friend on my way to getting completely blasted while over tipping a hot Australian stripper named Candy Shaw. My friend started getting shoved around and in my drunken state grabbed a hold of one of the attackers and dragged him outside. A small shuffle occurred and I had him in a bad position where he was on his knees in front of me holding onto my leg like Jarrko Ruttu and I started windmill punching him in the face.
I felt a tap on the shoulder and a polite voice said "Ok, he's had enough let him go" I answered with a profanity that ended with the word off and kept punching him. I felt another tap on my shoulder and the polite voice said "If you hit him again I'm hitting you with this" I'm in a rage, how dare he interrupt the greatest fight of my life. I spun around and took a step to see one of Calgary's finest holding up the old beating stick. He was very polite as he tossed me in the back of the police car for a ride down to the old drunk tank.
A couple of years later, I'm with the same friend and we got loaded in a bar in Red Deer. Instead of driving we decided to stumble over to his house to sleep it off. Of course being loud and obnoxious as usual, we pretty much woke up the neighborhood. A police cruiser drove up and the officers got out and started quizzing us. They then asked for ID which we gave them to run through their computers. The cops came back and told me I was free to go, my friend had to go with them to deal with an outstanding warrant.
Of course ever the diplomat, I tried to appeal to their sense of fair play.
"Please sir, just let me get him home, and I'll bring him in tomorrow to deal with the warrant" Which probably came out as "Ugg, fraggin, blather, frap, I gotsta puke"
The very nice officer threw my friend in the car and he turned to me and said "Start walking, if you say one more word your going to jail with him"
To which I gathered my debating skills raised my index finger and said "But . . ."
The drunk tank isn't exactly the best place in the world, and the breakfast was terrible, but someday i can proudly say that I was arrested for saying one word.
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