So, last night, I was on the phone with P2 (Phuque2)...he's in Michigan...where it's cold & they figure they'd "keep" better...anyway, he gets pulled over by the cops & says he's got to go...

I get that sicky lil feelin' cuz I know that he hasn't changed over his driver's license, his tags, registration & insurance...UGH! So, the cop asks for all his info & he's obviously relunctant, buuuuut...he reaches down into a bag where he thinks all the info is contained...&...

...plunges his hand into a month old tuna sandwich! Eeewwwwwww! The smell hit P2 & the cop at almost the same time...P2 exclaimed "Holy stink, Batman!" as the goo is dripping of his fingers... Now...(sound effects provided by Que)...*blech*gork*blurble*gak*...both of them are retching & laughing...the cop is backing off...his flashlight is wavering...finally, the cop just says "I'm just gonna let you off with a warning *gak*, take care of that as soon as you can *blurp*..."

Edited to add: What are your great cop stories?

I don't have a story of mine, but my son was pulled over in a McDonald's parking lot...he had drank 2 beers so they were taking him to jail....they found 2 joints in his pocket. The cop smelled the joints and told him he wasn't going to ticket him for the weed, but should ticket him for buying sh!tty weed! And then told him which neighborhood he should be buying it in if he wanted good stuff

My brother in law was a cop for 12 years and one night he was running down in the low end of town and a 300 plus lady was walking down the main street with her purse and shoes and that was it. He stopped her and said where are you going and she was higher than a kite and she was going to McDonalds to get her some fries. He convinced her to get in the car and he did stop and get her fries and then off to the pokie.

it could of been worse it could of been summer time and then just imagine the pugent smell

I'm not giving up my cop stories, I could still get in trouble.

Agh... Thanks Que but it wasn't just *blech*gork*blurble*gak* it was also *hork*glug*uurp* and another sound that has no identifiable spelling*

It would have been a funny story if it wasn't that he wasn't driving legally and he should be in jail or had his car in the pound. Sorry even if your my best friend or worst enemy but driving when not legal is a no no to me and it doesn't matter who you are.

When I was about 17, I was in a theatrical production in high school. After the show, I was tired and I just wanted to go home, so I got in my car, costume, makeup, and all.

I should tell you that I made a very convincing Dracula.

Well, on the highway on the way home, I noticed a car pulling up alongside me in the left lane. I glanced over, and noticed it was a county cop. He just happened to glance over at me at the same time. As you can expect, he hit the binders and pulled in behind me, lights a-flashin'.

Didn't give me any ticket, because I hadn't done anything wrong, outside of looking like a real-life vampire. He was just curious as to what the hell was going on.

You are so right Alz, I should be shot and pizzed on for not getting the tags taken care of.......They were 10 days overdue, by the way,...you have a little something on your chin.

I know I try to get it out but it keeps coming back.

And driving illegally doesn't make someone a bad person just made a bad choice.

Yes, Alz...I saw to it that he was thoroughly spanked...by a professional...

Something similar happened to me & my ex when I was in my early twenties... We were part of a theater group performing the stage version of The Rocky Horror Picture Show... We were pulled over for a broken tail light...dressed as Magenta & Riff Raff... If you're familiar with some of Magenta's costumes, you'd know that they left very little to the imagination... While Cop #1 interrogated my husband, Cop #2 came around to my side & lingered just a lil too long on my cleavage with his flashlight... Don't know if it was my boobies or just the ridiculous situation, but we didn't get a ticket that night!

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Once years ago myself and a few friends were booze-cruising and we got pulled over buy a highway bull, he could smell the alcohol but there were no open bottles. One of the guys in the back seat was passed out. I was polite to the officer, and he pointed out that we were 3mph over the limit and he could smell booze. He suggested we go home and he started back to his car. The passed out one came to and the first thing he said upon seeing the cop was, "What the f___ you hasslin' us for man!". I immediately started appologizing and as I looked into the back seat I added that the situation was being taken care of as we speak. He looked into the back seat, saw one person in a headlock getting belted in the face and being told to shut the F___ up. The officer smiled and said, "Yes, it looks like you have things under control." and he left.
'Whew'(wiping sweat)


Don't Panic!

Oh...& what really sucks is getting questioned by the cops at the local Lover's Lane...while making out with your spouse...

There was another time a few years ago in the middle of the summer. It was a gorgeous evening, and I decided to go for a long walk along the railroad tracks. Unfortunately during this time, there had been a rather extensive rash of arsons being committed throughout the city, and they hadn't caught the perpetrator yet. I wasn't even considering this, and lo and behold, I just happened to be walking the tracks in the same stomping grounds where most of these arsons had been taking place. I'm walking along, and I see two guys off to side in a driveway near a garage looking around. I paid it little mind, and kept walking, until I heard, "Hey, you! Stop! Right now! What are you doing, and who are you?" It was quite dark by this time, and me, being my normal c0cky self, said, "Who the hell are YOU? Who wants to know?" They said they were police.

My response? Yep, you guessed it. "Bullsh!t! Lemme see some I.D."

Turns out they were, indeed, local police. Plainclothes cops. They showed me their credentials. I hadn't done anything, but my first thought was, "Oh, f*ck. I just c0cked off to the cops, I'm going to jail tonight." It was then that they asked me for my I.D., and what I was doing. I told them I was just going for a walk, and then it dawned on me why they were asking and what they were snooping around in that area for. It didn't take long to clear me, and they let me go on my way, actually commending me on demanding them to identify themselves! I just said, "Hey, you can never be too careful," to which they agreed.

Tuna Sammich saved the day!! That's classic!

LMAOoooooO

Stinky tuna saves me from being date raped on a regular basis.