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Posted on 12/10/2002 5:27:51 AM PST by Billie
FReegards...MUD
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From what I've seen of the FReeper's Finest, all sorts of huggin's allowed...LOL!!
FReegards...MUD
Good work...MUD
FReegards...MUD
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I'm so sorry! Some of us were just not born naturally gifted (more like "coordinated") dancers! :-)
Some words of wisdom from (yuck) Hillary's idol...(double Yuck) on the Calendar Page today.
Thank-you for sharing! LOL!!
FReegards...MUD
LOL!
Better be careful what you say about Santa, there are people here who still believe in him.
And don't you forget it! LOL!!
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There! Take THAT! :-)
I was comin’ back from droppin’ off a deer at the meat locker out east of Fredericksburg… I had a big smear of blood on my shirt and pants, and dried blood on my hands. There was a bloody tarp in the back of the Explorer, my shotgun in it’s scabbard, and my .45 in my holster on my left hip…I was on Hwy 218 when I rolled up to a roadblock manned by 4 Troopers and two cars…The female trooper waved me down…
Trooper: “License and registration… “
Me: Pulling out my IL license and hand it to her…
Trooper: Noticing the blood on my clothes and hands “This is expired”
Me: Rummaging in my wallet “Yes ma’am, I have a military deferral”
Trooper: “Where’s your military ID”
Me: frantically checking, the realizing “I left it in my uniform, ma’am…”
Trooper: “Why are you covered in blood?” Open hand now resting on pistol butt
Me: Now not moving, “I’m taking a deer to the meatlocker”
Trooper: Looking in back, seeing bloody tarp “I don’t see it…”
Me: “Cuz I don’t have it anymore, I already dropped it off…”
Trooper: Irritation now clearly evident “are there any weapons in the vehicle?”
Me: “Yes ma’am…”
Trooper: Now firmly grasping her still holstered pistol “Are they loaded?”
Me: “The shotgun in the back ain’t, but the .45 I’m wearin’ is locked and loaded...”
Trooper: “Put your hands on top of the steering wheel” Partner now coming over, moving to passenger side…
Me: “yes ma’am…umm… I have a concealed carry permit”
Trooper: “which hip is your pistol on?”
Me: “Left”
Trooper: “Hand me your wallet with your right hand.”
Me: “Can’t”
Trooper: Clearly consternated now…“Why not?”
Me: “My right hand isn’t workin’ so good… and my wallet slid off my lap and is now between the seat and the door…
Trooper: Looking frantically at her partner…
Me: “how about I open the door and let it fall out?”
Trooper: To her partner “cover him.” He draws his pistol and points it at my head…
Me: “This is crazy…”
Trooper: Pulling her pistol, looking me dead in the eye “Open the door slowly.”
Me: “You got that right…” opening door slowly thankful to hear the wallet hit the gravel…
Trooper: After looking through my wallet and finding my license deferral card, CCP, and my Military access card… “Have a nice day…”
Me: “You too ma’am…who are yuh lookin' for?"
Trooper: "Fugitive... male caucasian, late 30s, short brown hair, blue eyes, armed and dangerous..."
Me: "That explains alot...thanks"
Lookin' back now, I can laugh... but I saw a "body cavity search" in my future at the time...
Do you have a picture of it before the dog got to it?
Almost forgot the bribe....as I recall, you like strawberries and cream.
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