Yay to the cops! I like nice stories, especially at this time of year!
Yay to the cops! I like nice stories, especially at this time of year!
Illuc ivi, illud feci.
Buggrim, Buggrit.
Love 'em or hate them, they sure earn their money at this time of year.
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Free Scott Watson.
probably because at this time of the year people think it's ok to go out drunk-driving or speeding when it's clearly unsafe.
I'm probably still sour about the guy driving into me... to learn later he had just come from down the road where there was a pub (dead end road)
Nice? OOOhhh I see - yes I recognise sarcasm.....
Regardless of the job / profession there will always be one or two that ruin the image for the whole lot. Kind of like saying that ALL bikers ride at speed from pub to pub isn't it?
Well I for one would like to give a huge thanks to all cops (and others that work within our crappy NZ Justice system) everywhere.
The majority of our 'boys in blue' do a damn fine job whilst trying to retain a sense of humour working amongst the largely negative strata of NZ society.
The thankless NZ public continually nips at their heels for daring to try and uphold our shitty NZ laws and trying to make the place a better place for us all.
Merry Xmas to all of you and your families![]()
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Hehe, that reminds me of a very drunken outting in Nelson almost 4 years ago.
We had been dancing at a club and met some other folks who invited us over to their place after the club closed. We proceeded to drink considerable amounts of tequila and somewhere in the confusion the girl I had a good eye to managed to disappear.
Not to be deterred I set out on a random search of Nelson trying to find her and at least say goodnight and thanks for the dances... No chance of course, but persistance led me a couple of kilometers up the main road and when I finally gave up I couldn't be arsed walking back and tried hitching a ride back to town.
A car pulled over, it had a wicked paint job and some bling bling lights on the roof. A hot blonde in a uniform in the passenger seat and her partner seemed like a good fella too.
They asked me what I was doing in the middle of the road at 4 am - and I said it had to be pretty obvious that I was trying to hitch a ride... and since you've stopped anyway, could you give me a lift in towards the centre of town.
Sure they could, good sorts, we chatted and they dropped me off 200 meters from the tequila party... YAY!![]()
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