Hey, a few years ago my pal in San Fran took me by the bank that you -- I mean Patty -- helped rob.

When I was in High School my dad handed me down his car. A very sweet burgundy 280ZX. :cool: Well at graduation I was so late I walked into line as they were walking out to be seated. On the way home from graduation I was stopped three times for my car registration being expired.
Not one of them gave me a ticket. The only thing I can think of is that I had Alabama plates (Dad was living in Florence). I had an Oklahoma drivers liscence (what? I had only moved a year and a half before :p .). And I lived in Texas. I don't think they wanted to bother with the paperwork. ;) :D

All I could think was thank god they hadn't stopped me on my way to graduation!!! :eek:

that sounds like me...i have an arizona drivers license, new mexico license plates and i live in new jersey..i'm so scared to get pulled over for fear of how sketchy i look to the cops :)

How do you explain to the cop cracking up why you are in a chicken suit, one friend dressed like a hotdog, the other dressed in drag and a midget as your sober driver....not on holloween mind you????? :eek:

Well that's my run in and I think the cop took our picture so that when he TRIED to explain the pull over they would have a visual

I've posted this on another board before, but it does have its moments:

This tells better in person, when I can do the proper accents, but... My best sorority friend, Cheryl & I both had job interviews in Atlanta, & we were able to make them for the same day. Flew to Atlanta, only to find out that we weren't able to rent a car because we were under 25. We sat there with our luggage, disgusted, trying to decide what to do when we saw a familiar face: "Isn't that Dave?" It was Dave, who was dating a sister of ours, and believe it or not, he worked for Hertz! We got a car!

We had made arrangements to stay at Emory University, since it was closest, and the ADPi house was incredible! All the sororities have the same basic townhouse, but this was decorated magnificently! If you ever saw photos of how Princess Diana decorated Highgrove, in the lovely blues, whites, and yellows, you get the idea. Only 4 or 5 sisters could live there, but they were really hospitable. The only possible complaint I could have was that it was arctic in the basement (where we were sleeping)!! The only time we wore our coats was to sleep in!

Neither of us decided to take the jobs offered to us (another long story), so we visited National Alpha Delta Pi Headquarters. Well! The welcome simply could not have been warmer, and we so enjoyed seeing the memorabilia and the Executive Office. Delightful! High on ADPi, we decided to get up early the next day, and drive to Macon, home of the Adelphean Society which is now Alpha Delta Pi, first society for college women founded in 1851.

Now, I should tell y'all that Cheryl has a tendency to stutter when she's upset. Also, we are both Virginians, but had PA driver's licenses at the time. I should also tell you that my mama had given us very strict warnings to be more than careful while in Macon County. Cheryl was driving, and I was riding shotgun. The ride to Macon itself was uneventful, but once we got into the town itself, we were hopelessly lost.

We pulled over & were looking at a map of Macon, when we realized that a police car had trapped us on the side. The policeman got out, looked pointedly at the Hertz license plate, and asked, "Are you little ladies in trouble?" Cheryl almost fainted. I drawled, "No, sir," just as I noticed that another police car was now in front of us, and that policeman - wearing the Smoky hat & mirrored sunglasses - was coming up to my side of the car. Hands on his hips, he basically thrust his groin to the car, and said, "Where y'all from?" (picture about 15 syllables in that statement) Cheryl started stuttering, "P-P-P-P-P-P-P..." just as I said, "Why, Virginia, sir! We're looking for Georgia Wesleyan!" Cheryl looked at me as if I had gone mad, and kept saying frantically, "P-P-P-P-P-P...!" The policemen relaxed a little, and said, "Why y'all want the college?" I was giving them my best Scarlett O'Hara dimples and eye fluttering, and responded, "Why, Officer, we're Alpha Delta Pi's, and we'd like to see the Adelphean Room y'all have up there!"

Well! You would have thought I said I was the Queen of Sheba there to grant their every wish! The "mirrored one" stepped back, and said, "Deputy, escort these little ladies to the College, and you show them some hometown hospitality!" The deputy gave us a full police escort, lights & all, and took us directly to the Adelphean Room - which was locked! Seems that they were refurbishing both the Adelphean & Philomathean rooms due this out for us), but we were allowed a quick glance through a window. He made sure we know a good restaurant while we were in town, told Betty Lou that we were Alpha Delta Pi girls ("We have us some Alpha Delta Pi girls here!"), and made sure we knew how to get back on the highway! All in all, a most memorable experience - even though we never did see the room!

That cracked me up!
Thanks for a morning laugh!

It was the end of the last school year and me and one of my sisters went to a party. The party was next to a popular bar. Well, the party was going good until a lot of police came in and told everyone had to stay. Me and my sister were of age, so we were not worried but all the minors were dropping their drinks on the floor really fast. The officers were going around the party asking for everyone's I.Ds The party was thrown by one of the fraternities on campus and they got a ticket for noise and disturbance. Then the police told everyone that they had to leave.

This semester I went to a party a couple of weeks ago thrown by one of the sororities here, the party was full of people. I got there probably around 12:00a.m. and around 12:30 the police came and kicked everyone out. The sorority recieved a warning but everyone had to go if they did not want to get a ticket. There was over 200 people at the party and people were still coming in.

This didn't really happen to me directly, but involves one of my roommates from senior year....

I was working on a paper in our apartment, and I'm cranking out the pages, getting my work done, and I get a knock on the door. As I usually did when we had company (scary thought) I call out, "Come in!" There's no answer, so I get up and open the apartment door to two police officers, who ask if I'm (roommate's name). I say no, she's not here, and they ask when the last time it was that I saw her. I tell them I haven't seen her since earlier that afternoon, and they ask if there's anyway for me to get a hold of her. At first when I saw the cops, I'm assuming that something happened to one of my roommates, so I'm getting worried and when they ask if there's a way for me to get a hold of her, I get my cell phone and call her on her phone. When she answers, I tell her, "There's some cops here to see you. I'm going to hand the phone over to one of them to talk to you." After I hand the phone to one of the officers, I kind of stand dumbfounded there in our living room as the one officer talks to my roommate and the other officer is telling me that they have to check up on what's going on. After the officer is done with the phone, he thanks me for my help and leaves the apartment with his partner. I'm sitting on pins and needles until she comes back to the apartment to find out what happened.

The lowdown is this...she was at another friend's apartment helping them move a computer monitor from one friend's place to another with three other people in the car. While one of them was working on getting the monitor from the apartment, my diamond sister dares my roommate to climb into the trunk and act like she's dead to surprise the person in the apartment when he comes out to put the monitor in the trunk. My roommate refuses, but the other friend still sitting in the car says that he'll do it, so he climbs in the trunk and lays down. Well, unbeknownst to them, a pizza delivery guy pulled into the complex and observed a still body in the open trunk of her car, so he called the police and reported it to them. My roommate had to go down to the police station in town (not the campus police, the town's police) and bring in her driver's license and answer a bunch of questions.

I used this incident to have some fun with my roommate for quite a while after it occurred....;) :D

While walking back from the bar, I tried to start a fight with a mailbox because it looked at me funny. I was yelling and pushing the mailbox. There was a police car that stopped and they got out. They just look at me and started to laugh. Thank God one of the officer knew me. They just put me in the back seat and drove me home. The next day, the officer that knew me stop by and started to make fun of me the whole day. Moral of the story, don't try to start a fight with a mailbox.

Spending 7 Hrs. in Jail with a City COP with the money to bail me out por selling a pack of Cigs to some little Sh*T that they sent in. Look Old enough My Buddy the COP waited 6 Hrs.

He was pissed, and so was I!:mad:

Then going to court and paying another fine and LAWYER FEES!:mad:

As an Ex COP, FU*K
Them!

Nice, really Nice!t:p

up for the new years.

Ditto. I think I've led a really boring life...:o

I remember being pulled over for speeding four years ago. It was 2 a.m. and I was trying to quickly get home. Anyway, so he pulls me over and gives me the usual..."you know you were speeding...blah blah'. Me? I am scared out of my mind. I was not hiding anything, but I seriously looked suspicious. He noticed that too. Anyway, he then asks me what I had to drink that night. I did not have any alcohol, but I was so nervous that I did not fully understand the point of the question. I answered, "The only thing that I drank tonight was fruit punch." He gives me this weird look and then it hits me. I was like "I mean no I did not have any alcohol!".
Yeah, I was really convincing. He believed me. I really did not have any alcohol. I did not drink at all then. He really could have made me get out of my car, but I think he found my answer amusing. He just let me go with a speeding ticket.:o :p

16 years old, getting pulled over for speeding in a school zone, about 1.5 hours after school let out (I was doing 30 mph in a 25). I had 'Cop Killer' in my tape deck. It was niiiccceee.