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They Really Like Our Corner

The popo really like our street. They like to pull people over in front of the house to tease me. I don't know what happens to me but I lose my mind when I see the lights outside the window. My father in law even calls me at work to torment me. I love watching people take the sobriety test and doing the play by play safely ensconsed in the house so as not to get in trouble. Today's perp is this fella's doppleganger. I would think he got a ticket for the loud Boeing 747 engine he had on the bike or the no helmet thing, not sure. Either way, the officer was very easy on the eyes. After the popo left, the guy could not get his bike to start. It was hilarious to watch him try and try to no avail. He finally backed the bike up, hitched up his pants (and thank god he did that) then took off running, jumped on the bike and popped it. It sounded like it was going to die every 3 seconds and I thought he was going to run into my FIL's truck. Alas, he made it to the park next door, turned around and was gone. My entertainment for the day I tell ya.


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Please do not ask me to email photos out, I get entirely too many requests for them. These are the ones that I have at home, thanks to a couple of sources.