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Edited on Mon Jan-03-11 01:53 AM by krispos42
...to focus on the 2005 Mr. Universe competition and work on my mixed-martial arts career. After Mr. Universe (I came in second; the winner was all juiced up) I spend three months in New Orleans helping to rescue abandoned kittens and puppies after Katrina hit. I met this Far Eastern meditation guy while pulling a litter of calico kittens from a tree in the Ninth Ward... I thought he was some crazy peacenik but he taught me tantric meditation techniques to improve, polish really, my bedroom technique. Quite a change... usually the dirty touchy-feely hippie libtards only spit on me and call me a baby-killer. Then in 2007..."
Wham wham wham!
Officer #1: You down there, open up!
Smedley: Oh fuck!
The door to the basement stairwell is flung open in a spray of splinters
Officer #2: Drop the Cheetos and raise the hands... slowly.
Smedley: <sobs> Mommmmm!
Officer #1: Horace Smedley, a.k.a. "angel_of_death8_8", you're under arrest for 26 counts of impersonation via internet in the second degree. Although <pauses to eye Smedley> considering the contrast between you and "angel_of_death8_8", the DA will probably up the charges to first degree.
Officer #2: Dispatch, this is four-baker-one-one.
Dispatch: Go ahead four-baker-one-one.
Officer #2: Roll a wagon for prisoner transport. This one ain't for a patrol car.
Dispatch: Roger four-baker-one-one, wagon en route.
Officer #1: Okay, let's get him upstairs. Move it, dead angel.
The three of them go upstairs and out the front door
Smedley: <squints> Hey, what's that up in the sky?
Officer #2: <pauses incredulously> The Sun.
Smedley: Oh, yeah. Say, how's that global warming thing going?
Officer #1: It just rained for a week.
Smedley: See, that's God putting the fire out.
Officer #2: Hey, is that a rabbit over there? <points behind Officer #1. Officer #1 turns and looks. Officer #2 dope-slaps Smedley>
Smedley: Ouch! Asshole! What was that for?
Officer #2: Horsefly. Big'un. You should thank me.
The paddy wagon pulls up, and the two officers push Smedley into the back of it and slam the doors closed. Smedley begins sobbing as the wagon pulls away.
Officer #1: Why'd you call for the wagon? We could have stuffed him into the cruiser. Barely.
Officer #2: Speak for yourself, but I know I don't want to be hosing out the Cheetos dust at the end of the shift!
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