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Oh, my dear sweet Jesus--

Giddings...the speedbump town that exists only to siphon money from Highway 290, and charges a $115 fine for five miles over the speed limit...finally called me back to tell me they'd dropped a $230 traffic ticket. They just voided it! W00t!


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Mar. 10th, 2004 08:39 am (UTC)
Now Spotty, haven't we talked about mind control magic and the ethics or (lack there of) inherent in using it? Sigh. Some people just need to learn some restraint in reference to their nonexistent powers.
Mar. 10th, 2004 08:41 am (UTC)
Hee hee--icon cute! :)

My mind control works only within about 20 miles of my kitchen. However, when the police man got me in his car--hmm, tempted to leave that sentence as is--to write up and discuss the ticket--I was really, really pathetic.
Mar. 11th, 2004 08:14 am (UTC)
Dude, why were you in his car? WHEN did this happen? Giddings is kinna a evil presence, but the do have a decent chinese restraunt.. and streets that are frighteningly wide. I got lost in giddings once...
Mar. 11th, 2004 01:11 pm (UTC)
I don't know, man, he made me get out of my car and get into his. There is evidence that police find me irresistable. I can only assume that their career does...something...to their minds.
Mar. 11th, 2004 05:21 pm (UTC)
Do we need to mention the time that the cop tried to get . . . close to you, and then marveled at the idea thatI was hand-rolling cigarettes with filters? Do tell them about the cop's question about the water gun, and your answer to him.

The three cops (they needed three police officers for two unarmed dorks in a broken down Chevy, whose only crime was a broken head-lamp (that, and being stopped for a ciggie across the street from a crack-den after dropping off Brian)).
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