Senior year of high school i made a regular habit of sleeping with some freshman girl... one night she decides to invite me over... at about 3 AM.. through her window.. her step dad is home... wait wait.. this still gets better.. he wakes up and bangs on her bedroom door... luckily for me she had pushed her dresser infront of her door... i jump up and hide in the closet.. he goes around to her bedroom window.. (he assumed she was smoking and trying to drop it out the window... she eventually lets him in the room.. he gripes and complains for a few minutes and leaves... i hear him talking to her about the police that have assembled down the street at the cemetary.... 3 cars lights and everything... I think... SHIT!!1 thats where i parked!!! i jumped back out her window and go see whta the fuck is wrong at my car.. cops stop me... Those fucking redneck cops accused me of performing satanic rituals in the cemetary... why? because im parked at the graveyard... the saw that i had an anthroplogy book in my back seat (it had a voodoo doll on the cover) and they found a sword i forgot to get out of my trunk (dont ask) now they want to impound my car and call my parents and lock me up for the night... I panicked and did the worst thing possible.
I told them the truth. They didnt believe me. so we take a walk over to the girls house. They knock on the door, her stepdad answers, cop asks him if i was just at their house. He says no and laughs. I look him in the eye and say "yes i was"
He stared at me for about 45 seconds letting it sink in. He walks back in the house looking for his shotgun, the cop pushes me behind him and starts trying to calm him down (luckily for me he had lent his shotgun to his nephews to go hunting that weekend) I get hauled away to the police station. Sit in a cell till about 5 AM when her mom gets home. Her mom decides not to press charges, im free to go.
Now i need a ride home, I called my best friend.. His dad answers.. My friend wont get out of bed to come get me... his dad comes to get me... his dad was my little league baseball coach.. you know the yelling and screaming type.. We didnt talk the whole ride home(cant imagine how awkward that was)... it was a fun night.
I told them the truth. They didnt believe me. so we take a walk over to the girls house. They knock on the door, her stepdad answers, cop asks him if i was just at their house. He says no and laughs. I look him in the eye and say "yes i was"
He stared at me for about 45 seconds letting it sink in. He walks back in the house looking for his shotgun, the cop pushes me behind him and starts trying to calm him down (luckily for me he had lent his shotgun to his nephews to go hunting that weekend) I get hauled away to the police station. Sit in a cell till about 5 AM when her mom gets home. Her mom decides not to press charges, im free to go.
Now i need a ride home, I called my best friend.. His dad answers.. My friend wont get out of bed to come get me... his dad comes to get me... his dad was my little league baseball coach.. you know the yelling and screaming type.. We didnt talk the whole ride home(cant imagine how awkward that was)... it was a fun night.
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Damn, shouldn't have stopped so soon, maybe I wouldn't have killed the hooker 
